By Lucy Howard-Taylor
I have read that some people like the sense of humour in this book, but to me... It read like a rambling teenage journal, to be blunt. All I saw was a very bland, stereotypical representation of the disorder. My apologies to anyone who likes this book, that's just my opinion.
However, I am all for picking out any good that I can find, and this is the only bit I found slightly amusing:
‘I’m constantly cranking open that little trap door to anorexia... It is so heavy, and my arms will ache. But it is harder to close than it is to open... I fight. And if that means cementing that trap door over ... I can always put a nice potted plant on top.'
Since I have no more quotes to add, I have subsituted them with a picture. Hence the plant.
