Killing Esther is a dark, edgy memoir that penetrates your porous bones and leaves you chilled to the core. There are many stories of childhoods gone awry, of innocence lost, but nothing quite like this one. Between these pages lies a story of survival, familial discord, and an illness so toxic it infects everyone it touches. How could you not resent the sister who, when you were only four years old, convinced you to jump in a hole so that she could leap onto your back and leave you with two sprained ankles, tear-stained cheeks, and no comfort in sight? Ever since she was a child, Susan Shepherd has known that her sister is trouble with a capital "T." Esther's caustic words are the bane of her obsessive, perfectionist mind. Sweetness oozes from her pores, but the bitterness lurks deep inside. Despite Esther's anorexia, life goes on. Despite the fact that Esther is slowing starving herself until her bones poke through her skin, until she is so far gone that she cannot be saved, life continues. And Susan? She'll be left to weather the storm and pick up the pieces of the sister who faded away.