Best Little Girl in the World

I recently finished reading:



Okay so my review is: Typical after school special type of book (it isn't like the movie by the way. I looked the movie up on IMDB). The girl get's told that ballet dancers are thinner and that day she stops eating and goes from OCD to anorexia. Doctors don't get it, the uptown psychiatrist doesn't get it. But the hip young psychologist with a 70s beard (I wish I could find a picture of the author from the back of the book. He described himself.) does get it. He understands Kessa and gets her to trust him, not be afraid, give up her OCD rituals and eat again because she doesn't have to be sick to get attention. The End.

I'm not saying the author doesn't know what he's talking about. And it was written in the 70s before too much was known about anorexia so the tied-up-with-a-bow story I forgive. But some of the writing style I don't. For instance -

Mom: Do you remember that article I was reading about the girl who stopped eating?
Dad: Only a little. Why don't you tell me about it again?
Mom: Well you see, anorexia bla bla bla medical terms, bla bla, psychological terms bla bla bla.
Dad: That sounds insane. My daughter isn't insane. I prefer to argue about something else, like our other slutty daughter at the hippy commune and pretend this problem doesn't exist.

I'm not even joking.

I was reading it at lunch in the staff lounge the other day. Another employee saw it and said "Aw, what a sweet title." I laughed to myself.