As the subtitle indicates, this is a woman's account of helping her son through the worst of his anorexia. I didn't realise until I started the book just how young he was—still a child, not yet a teenager. And it's fascinating for that: we're seeing anorexia through the eyes of an adult who has some idea what's going on in her son's head, but not a total idea; it's a slow and painful process for her to understand how best to treat her son and how to get through to him.
There were a few things that I strongly wished had been expanded. First, Webster is a doctor. She quit (paid) work to be a full-time parent, but so many little things raised questions for me—her distrust of the doctors treating her son, for example, or her comment that she dislikes hospitals (143). It felt like there were a lot more depth there that wasn't explored. Also notable that Webster's own weight was quite low for, apparently, quite some time, and it is with a distinctly grim set to the mouth that she takes steps to course-correct there. And...well, the marriage seems very very complex and not a relationship I really understand and there probably could have been just a bit more exploration there as well.
What's most interesting, though, is just this sense of seeing a child's anorexia through the eyes of an adult. Riche's experience was probably quite different than that of an adult dealing with anorexia—anorexia distorts logic, yes, but his basic understanding of how things worked was just different. More black and white. Less nuanced. I wish we'd seen whatever conversations Webster and her husband initially had with Riche about anorexia; we see her explaining it to the younger kids, and their initial reactions, but not how Riche responded when told that he had anorexia. (And, gosh. Those poor younger kids. I'm sure as hell not criticising Webster for doing what she had to do to care for Riche, but how difficult for the younger ones.) His eventual rapid progress is all the more striking for how slowly things had progressed until then, and it's frustrating as a reader (as, I am sure, it was as a parent) to think how differently things might have gone had better services been available.