I first read this book, about the author's struggles with (and apparently spontaneous recovery from) anorexia many years ago. I can clearly remember the circumstances in which I read it. I was in training at a military base in Texas, eating as little as possible and running the six mile perimeter every day. In other words, during one of my own anorexic phases. At the time, I didn't much like this book. I thought it was stilted and contrived, although the only part I clearly remembered was the description of the Italian almond beverage that the author didn't partake of. (My God, did that thing sound delicious!)
**Minor spoilers to follow**
Since it wasn't that expensive on my kindle, I decided to try this again in, now that I am in better mental health, and see if my opinion had changed. The answer is: yes and no. My three-star rating remains unchanged, but I now appreciate how the author presents her anorexic years as being part of the scope of her entire life--her molestation by older boys when she was a child, feeling like an outsider, being upset by her parents' non-stop arguing, feeling abandoned by her older brother, etc. All of this certainly sets the stage for insecurity. But why an eating disorder? The book is a picture-perfect case study of the "golden cage/best little girl in the world" theory of anorexia: the child too afraid to rock the boat, who always has perfect grades and wonderful self-control, and who shows the cracks around this perfect life by retreating into anorexia. Well, obviously that is true for some, hence this book.
I was still unsatisfied by her sudden recovery. So one day she just realizes it doesn't make any sense and snaps out of it? Still not convinced. And I still found the writing rather stilted and self-conscious. But if, like me, you really love these eating disorders memoirs, you would probably be remiss not to check this one out.