Day 2 of intermittent fasting until dinner. Drinking #icedamericano and reading #wintergirls. .
I am halfway through; it's a lot better than I expected: hard, clear, unapologetic, and poetic in its 'accidental' pathos. What surprised me is that (so far) it is not cloying at all and paints neither an excessively romanticized nor an exaggeratedly tragic picture of the eating disordered individual. Written from the anorexic's first person narrative, much of it is simply her thought process as she goes about her life. Extremely relatable to any ED sufferer's thinking mechanisms: it's always astonishing to me how different personas can acquire almost identical patterns of thinking when they're afflicted with a common illness. Herein lies the risk of creating stereotypes, but I don't think this book falls into that trap. I love the way the central character minutely discusses people around her and her view of psychiatric professionals/facilities. Spot on, somebody really needs to highlight that psych therapists currently have no idea what it means to live with an ED and what they offer us as support is often pretentious, superficial and useless for us.
I didn't think it was particularly clichéd, at least not so far. They do such a shitty job in ED movies that I thought for sure ED books will be annoying af, but this one is not bad. I'm unable to compare against other books with a disordered protagonist, as I haven't read any. I'm reading Wasted after this, so maybe I'll return to edit my opinion.
//Update//: I finished it. Great read. I especially loved that the protagonist begins to hallucinate, which also happens to me, so I relate and feel that pain. My one major criticism is that the book ends too abruptly, her turn of mind, the desire to live, and the change in her attitude towards food seemed unconvincing in its suddenness. I did not like anything about the end. Would've preferred a more realistic finish. But very well written.