“Dead girl walking,” the boys say in the halls.
“Tell us your secret,” the girls whisper, one toilet to another.
I am that girl.
I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.
I am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.
Lia and Cassie are best friends, wintergirls frozen in matchstick bodies, competitors in a deadly contest to see who can be the skinniest. But what comes after size zero and size double-zero? When Cassie succumbs to the demons within, Lia feels she is being haunted by her friend’s restless spirit.
I found this to be a very disturbing book. Like a lot of women, I would like to lose some weight. Fortunately, I have never been tempted by anorexia or bulimia, but I can understand how some people’s view of themselves is completely tied up in their appearance.
The main idea I got from this book is that you will probably regret the things you don’t do more than the things that you do.