“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 were best friends, wintergirls frozen in matchstick bodies. But now Cassie is dead. Lia's mother is busy saving other people's lives. Her father is away on business. Her step-mother is clueless. And the voice inside Lia's head keeps telling her to remain in control, stay strong, lose more, weigh less. If she keeps on going this way—thin, thinner, thinnest—maybe she'll disappear altogether.
I had a hard time putting this one down. It was so sad, yet it drew you in. I think that this book really lets you into the minds of those who have this problem. It is sad, but so many girls (and guys too) face it.
Not only is Lia suffering from this illness, but she is also having to deal with the loss of her best friend, which she blames herself for. You get a glimpse into her life and can see how she has these struggles within herself.
I also have to add that I love the cover of this one. It is chilling, yet beautiful, which I think is quite fitting for Lia, personally.