This book had a predictable and lazy ending.

Which is a pity, because if it weren't for, literally, the last page, this would have been a glowing review about how I was so impressed at the author's ability to capture the nuances of a sister relationship. How all the characters were so vivid. How she managed to pull off the multiple perspective narration and actually make both narrators sound unique. How I really adored the protagonists. How her descriptions cut straight to your gut. How she refused to deliver easy answers. Until the last page.

This book is about a woman, Giselle, who struggles with anorexia and how her family, specifically her younger sister, Holly, cope with the illness. I loved how the tone wasn't preachy and how it wasn't just a "problem" novel. Giselle had thoughts and emotions and a life outside of her anorexia, and Ibi refused to fall into easy explanations for "what made Giselle that way." I could feel Giselle's struggle and I had so much sympathy for her. I also had a lot of admiration and love for her sister, Holly, who was scrappy and tough, and I felt her frustration with her sister's inability to just "get better," too. At times the novel seemed to wander a bit off track and there were a handful of characters and themes introduced that never really followed through, but I was going to forgive that.

And I was so ready to give this a four star review, at least, but it ended up disqualifying itself from a star rating.

Too bad for you, Skinny.