I have been putting off writing this for two days now because of how this book hit me. It is not a cookbook, it is an autobiography with the odd recipe within. As someone who has anorexia this book provided the most accurate account into the mind of someone suffering, so much so I thought I was reading my own internal monologue at points. This might be because Albert himself acknowledges he is not fully over his struggles with food so the narrative is coming from someone within a disorder as opposed to recovered (outside looking in). I noticed other reviews mentioned not recommending this text to people with eating disorders but this book make me feel seen, not alone and hopeful for my future. Maybe it was appealing to my disease and not myself or maybe it’s because I am actively trying to recover unlike some others with my condition, but regardless it felt like a friend was talking to me. It was real, he didn’t try change who he was or “virtual signal” he is a normal person opening up to you like a mate. One day I would love to meet him and tell him how soothing I actually found the book as someone within the mist of an eating disorder. Thank you Albert, this book made me feel a hope and a calm no other text has allowed me too.