Wintergirls is thoroughly depressing. I would not recommend reading this book if you’ve ever had an eating disorder, ever thought about dieting, are on a diet, are overweight, underweight, or a normal weight, or are ever concerned mildly about your caloric intake.
It’s pretty intense.
At 95 pounds, anorexic Lia doesn’t have much to show off. But there is one boy who seems kinda involved and kinda all right.
- janitor at a cheap motel
- where Lia’s best friend puked herself to death
- like, she ruptured her esophagus
- he doesn’t have parental units
- concerned about Lia’s well-being
- but still, acne. ACNE.
- He’s friends with a suicidal anorexic girl who is haunted by the ghost of her dead bulimic friend.
- He lives in the motel where he works
- and worst of all
- HE HAS ACNE.
- shares food with Lia even though he’s broke
- and she’s clearly not interested in eating
- but she does it anyway
- because she can tell he cares or something.
- is basically Lia’s only good friend
- like, the only positive influence
- since her other best friend just encouraged the disordered eating
- he also calls her out on some of her bullshit
- like, the whole being inconsiderate and spoiled stuff
- he didn’t rape Lia’s unconscious, dying body
- no seriously, he gets points for that.
- In the end, he leaves Lia for dead
- in a cheap hotel room
- and takes all of her money
- as there’s a blizzard outside
- and possibly no way for her to get out
- AND ACNE.
Lia, you’re thin enough and young enough to be someone’s trophy wife. This is probably the worst advice I will ever give to a fictional teenager, but please start going after rich, old perverts.
Elijah, use the money you stole from Lia to get some Proactiv and then hit me up. Oh, and I guess leaving Lia for dead was a pretty rotten move. Rating: BONER-KILLER.