You can’t accept love if you don’t love yourself.
Rachel is a young woman who is a recovering anorexic. She works to ensure she gets all the right nutrients post rehab and therapy.
Pari is an Indian woman who wants to go into consulting which she can’t because there would be no company to sponsor her work visa.
The two women consider marrying as it could be mutually beneficial.
This story had a lot more depth than I had anticipated. I’ve never really considered what it would be like to have food and appearance issues to such an extreme. The thoughts that Rachel would have about eating and the perception of how she looked were very sad.
But the story had an underlying feeling of hope. Even when you knew things were possibly going south, you just knew there would be something positive to come. And you rooted for it.
I thought all the characters were likeable. Pari’s mother added a bit of light hearted-ness when needed.
It did take me awhile to get into the author’s writing. Sometimes, I just didn’t get what she was saying. Confused about metaphors she would use. And there were some interesting words. For example: Drawerful. As in a drawer full of take out menus. Or: Stupider.
But overall, I enjoyed the story.