Well that was a load of balls. I went on an e-book purchasing spree recently; just one-click buying with far too much ease on Amazon. I took it upon myself to browse through the section on mental health and bought a load of titles about mental illness, the history of diagnoses, psychiatric medications, memoirs of therapists, addiction, the opiate epidemic and a few on eating disorders. This book fell into that last category.
Having read Marya Hornbacher's 'Wasted' many years ago, I've long been fascinated by the insane torture that eating disordered people will visit upon themselves. I've never had an eating disorder. Never starved myself, never made myself sick etc, so it really is an 'unknown country' of some sort to me. I don't know what exactly I was expecting when I bought this one...maybe something of an insight into the mind of a person suffering from an eating disorder? Something honest, eye-opening, informative? But I obviously hadn't read the whole description of this one, because it's not actually a real life account of someone with anorexia or bulimia. It's fiction. And not very good fiction at that.
It really didn't take me long to read - finished it in a day - and it wasn't at all challenging. Well, as long as you don't count the frustratingly simplistic prose, multiple typos, lack of any real plot and completely uninteresting/unlikable characters. It's just some back and forth ramblings of a 37 year old woman who says she's fat, compares herself to her female neighbours and recalls being put on diets when she was younger by a mother who thinks she's fat. She befriends some irredeemable harridan who is an alcoholic/bulimic/exercise freak and copies her insane workouts & restricted diet until she loses 29 pounds.
There's a bit where they go on a girl's weekend to Vegas and behave like trollops and then a weirdly abrupt ending, where nothing goes anywhere. That was it. Total load of old balls. I only carried on reading it because it was fairly short, easy to read and I really don't like to DNF a book if I can help it. I like to at least be able to say everything that was awful about a book before I give it a bad review, lol. I've given it two stars, but in reality it's more of a one and a half. Nothing insightful, no beautiful prose, no interesting quotes, just a load of twatwaffle from beginning to end. It only cost me 99p though, so nothing really lost.