You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine

Got almost a quarter into this, but I am not warming up to the characters. They rather unnerve and disgust me.

Really wanted to like it. Some sections of writing are really beautiful.

I really struggled to finish it though. Kind of a slog.

Felt pretty baffled by the main characters motivations and sense of self. Felt very wooden or opaque to me. Also nothing fucking happens. I can only read so many descriptions of commercials. I agree with all the points the book is trying to make about consumerism and capitalism and body image and health and food systems but I still found myself getting annoyed with how they dealt with all the politics.

are you ever disgusted by your own corporeality? does the thought of mingling saliva or the process of eating (chewing, masticating, dissolving, digesting) kinda gross you out? Do you ever lean on the edges of anorexia? do the very physical and mental boundaries between you and other people seem permeable, flexible, confusing? Maybe don't read this book. Or do, I'm not your mother.