“I can’t remember what it’s like to eat without planning for it, charting the calories and the fat content and measuring my hips and thighs to see if I deserve it and usually deciding no, I don’t deserve it, so I bite my tongue until it bleeds and I wire my jaw shut with lies and excuses while a blind tapeworm wraps itself around my windpipe, snuffing and poking for a wet opening to my brain.” (209)
Wintergirls is told in Lia’s voice, a high schooler who is trying (half-heartedly) to recover from anorexia. She is constantly concerned with how much she is eating and how much she is exercising, even though she went through rehabilitation to get her back to normal. Then, when her best friend Cassie dies from her bulimia, it makes Lia return full-force to her habits, out of her own guilt, anger and fear.
This novel is easily one of the best books I’ve read this year. It is heartbreaking and disturbingly beautiful. The description and language is perfect and it was impossible not to get into Lia’s head. One one level you know what she is doing is wrong, but Lia rationalizes so well it’s unsettling how logical she sounds. Wintergirls is so well-researched and there are parts of it that will make you scream and chapters and chapters that will make you cry.
I loved this novel for many reasons. First of all, it’s about an Issue-with-a-capital-I, but it never feels like it. Secondly, the writing is somewhat experimental, for lack of a better word, using strikethroughs to convey Lia’s conflicting feelings about food and heavy metaphors to describe what it feels like to suffer from anorexia, and both techniques are perfect. In terms of the craft of writing, this is a book that could and should cross the genre boundary.
I feel as though I am not doing this book justice. Here are some passages:
“…I turn on my computer and visit a country I haven’t been to in months, a whispersecretblog for girls like me….
Gained .5lbs between breakfast and after school. Only water for the rest of the day, and then ill begin fasting again tomorrow. Love you all, girls!
I blacked out and fell down a flight of stairs so I ate two bowls of cereal and now I feel so gross. How long do I have to run to get rid of it?
Wow. I am such a FAT ASS.
You know its true.
I want to cut it all off.
I have 2 weeks and 6 days to loose 10 pounds. Help!
Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of strange little girls screaming through their fingers. My patient sisters, always waiting for me. I scroll through our confessions and rants and prayers, desperation eating us one slow bloody bite at a time. (112)
My hands read a Braille map hewn from bone, starting with my hollow breasts threaded with blue-vein rivers thick with ice. I count my ribs like rosary beads, muttering incantations, fingers curling under the bony cage. They can almost touch what’s hiding inside.
My skin slopes down over the empty belly, then around the inside sharp curve of my hip bones, bowls carved out of stone and painted with fading pink razor scars. I twist in the glass. My vertebrae are wet marbles piled one on top of the other. My winged shoulder blades look ready to sprout feathers. (222)
The second passage is pure poetry. If you put it into stanzas it would be a beautiful poem. I really cannot recommend this book enough.
So go read this!: NOW| tomorrow | next week | next month | next year | when you’ve exhausted your TBR
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