I was interested in the subject of this novel but wasn't sure what to expect given the beautiful, very feminine cover. Anorexia seems such like such an ugly topic for such a pretty cover. It turns out to be a lovely tribute to the strong women behind a nasty disease. The writing sort of meanders like a river, wandering like the thoughts Anna's head. There is no hurry here, in the writing or in Anna's discovery of who she might be if not a dancer or a resident of Paris. It's a slow process all around, but a seemingly realistic portrayal of the fight these women go through.