Hmmm. What to say about this book. First of all, it took me forever to realize I was reading a bunch of small vignettes and not a lateral story. That's my bad, I'm stupid. I was really engrossed at the beginning, though, before I realized this. I don't know what it's like to be fat but I felt Liz's pain. So many tiny details in the beginning made it seem almost like a diary. It was believable. I was SOLD. 
 But then when Elizabeth gets skinny, it just seemed like a bunch of weak cliches about thin people. Oh, she easts quinoa and kumquats and everyone is like, whaaaat?!?!? She goes to a BBQ and brings a meatless patty. DISGUSTING! (This irked me because I am a vegetarian and I hate it when people give me shit about bringing Boca burgers to a BBQ. It's like, you invited ME! Don't invite me if my fleshless food grosses you out. I am not going to eat your food to make you comfortable! Clearly I have issues.) Then there is an aggressive asshole at the gym who hogs all the machines. Not interesting? Too black and white? Not deep enough for me to believe much thought was put into where the vignette was taking me? 
 Maybe this thing, going from being fat to skinny and miserable and divorced and everything, and having a dead mom, is too much for such a slim book. In the end, I felt like Liz was completely confusing and unexplored. I didn't get her, she doesn't live in my heart like some characters do. Not sure I could pick her out in a line up. 
 This was an interesting read, though. I do recommend it.