I'm cuckoo like a clock. After reading the "landmark" novel about teenage anorexia*, I became hungry. How sick is that? The protagonist has a neurotic, nagging Jewish mother who cooks sumptuous dinners and her daughter in the throws of her e.d. won't eat. I . My mouth watered as I imagined the spread: lamb chops, mashed potatos, brisket. I wonder
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