Caroline Knapp is such a wonderful writer — direct and exact, unfussy, and it’s so difficult to talk about things like addiction and self-loathing, particularly as they affect women, without getting bogged down in the rhetoric, but she does it in such a precise and resonant way.   This is a fabulous book, I highly recommend it.   (Note: I found out a few days after posting this that she actually passed away a few years ago, which made me sad.   Now I can never meet her at a cocktail party and become friends with her.   Not that that would have happened, but a world in which it could have was a marginally nicer place to live.)   (8/12/05)

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