Dani
This was as if someone threw Jennifer's Body, The Exorcist, and Jawbreaker into a blender and seasoned it with the essence of 80s slasher movies.
Grady Hendrix did such a fantastic job at perfectly blending the real horrors of adolescence with the supernatural horror of demons. This story just worked in every possible way.
Woman, Eating is not like any vampire book I've ever read. It's an allegory for loneliness, for feeling lost in the world, for loss and grief, and, mostly, for eating disorders. Lydia's vampirism represents, to me, what an eating disorder feels like. At least what mine feels like. Being in her head was so raw and parts of it felt like it was pulled from mine.
This book perfectly describes what it's like to feel like a stranger in your own body. To feel like you don't belong no matter where you are. To feel like the body you live in isn't enough. To be so completely controlled by an eating disorder that you can't think about or do anything else. I loved this. I loved this. I loved this.
It's literary, stream of consciousness, and all vibes no plot. If that sounds like your thing, then read this book. Please. (Or don't, I'm not your mother)
it's too word and too much
i have to protect my peace, i can't read anymore after the pig story