I'm glad I read this, if only because I'm a huge fan of Margaret Atwood and hope to read all of her works in the near future. This wasn't my favorite of her novels, but I enjoyed it a great deal. The relationship between food and femininity is a fascinating and often frustrating one, and this book is a funny and painful example of just how entwined they can be. 
 I can only imagine how tremendous the impact of this book must've been when it was first released. Some aspects of the story may be a little "dated", and things have undeniably improved in the years since this was written (in this society, anyway - the sad fact is that there are many places around the world where things are just as bad as, if not worse, than Marian's experience) but I still recognized and related to much of it. We still have quite a ways to go before stories like this are truly "dated".