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It's hard to imagine a breezy, funny memoir about OCD and eating disorders, but that seems to be what Traig has written. This slender work is mostly a series of vignettes in the author's childhood plagued by scrupulosity, a religion-tinged variant on classic OCD. If you look too long at any of it, it's hideously sad – the author's starvation as she invents ever stricter kashrut variants, and growing alienation from everyone – but it's basically all played for laughs, without really connecting the dots between the episodes.