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The Chic Diet: The Dietary and Psychological Tactics of the Urban Elite

by Kit Olsen

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read in May 2023

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Reia said: " traumatising satirical brilliant inspirational suffering beware
just words i'd use to describe this book. this is the religion of the esoteric obsessive neurotic waifs ...more "

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"Taking notes 😛😛😛" — Dec 04, 2025 11:42PM

Jul 23, 2023 07:28PM · see review

“As soon as his voice is gone I have that feeling I often have when I’m away from my family, like they are moving farther and farther away from me, beginning to flicker faintly as distant stars and I will never ever reach them again. It feels like a premonition of the fact that someday, one by one, we will be separated from each other forever.”
― Lily King, Heart the Lover

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“Life is unfair, and sometimes it helps to irrationally blame someone for it.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

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“That was love, wasn't it? It wasn't just a quick drop -- it was falling, over and over again, for your person. It was falling as they became new people. It was learning how to exist with every new breath. It was uncertain and it was undeniably hard, and it wasn't something you could plan for.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

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“Love was an action, an instinct, a response roused by unplanned moments and small gestures, an inconvenience in someone else’s favor.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

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“The memories I stored, I could not let festered. Could not let trauma infiltrate and spread, to spoil and render them useless. They were moments to be tended. The culture we shared I was active, effervescent in my gut and in my genes, and I had to seize it, foster it so it did not die in me. So that I could pass it on someday. The lessons she imparted, the proof of her life lived on in me, and in every move and deed. I was what she left behind. If I could not be with my mother, I would be her.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart

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