“The Hunger Book” was a lovely, if abstracted, reflection on familial relationships, generational trauma, food, and hunger. Brewer’s prose is rich in sensory details, and deeply contemplates her own traumatic childhood in Communist Poland. Although incomplete, due to trauma-induced amnesia, her accounts are visceral and raw. I enjoyed the glimpses into life in Poland, her metaphors through food (especially through mushrooms), and the honesty of these essays. My only complaint about “The Hunger Book” was that, at times, it felt a bit *too* abstract. The book is a collection of essays, journal entries, and meditations, so it at times feels a bit disjointed. It was a bit hard for me to create a linear narrative in my mind as I was reading, and at times information was repeated multiple times in different essays. However, I recognize that the traumatic nature of the book’s content is difficult to organize in a linear way, so these qualities didn’t bother me too much. 3.75 stars out of 5, rounded up to 4!