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Brave Girl Eating: A Family's Struggle with Anorexia

✍ Scribed by Brown, Harriet


Book ID
108111661
Publisher
HarperCollins
Year
2010
Tongue
English
Weight
150 KB
Category
Fiction
ISBN-13
9780062008619

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### From Brown tells the story of her family’s battle with anorexia, the β€œdemon” that suddenly possesses her bright, pretty daughter, Kitty. Brown is alternately an introspective and anguished parent and a fierce advocate for the Maudsley approach, a family-based therapy that focuses on restoring t

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SUMMARY: I've never had anorexia, but I know it well. I see it on the street, in the gaunt and sunken face, the bony chest, the spindly arms of an emaciated woman. I've come to recognize the flat look of despair, the hopelessness that follows, inevitably, from years of starvation. I think: ''That co

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✍ Brown, Harriet πŸ“‚ Fiction πŸ“… 2010 πŸ› HarperCollins 🌐 English βš– 154 KB

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✍ Brown, Harriet πŸ“‚ Fiction πŸ“… 2010 πŸ› HarperCollins 🌐 English βš– 153 KB

I've never had anorexia, but I know it well. I see it on the street, in the gaunt and sunken face, the bony chest, the spindly arms of an emaciated woman. I've come to recognize the flat look of despair, the hopelessness that follows, inevitably, from years of starvation. I think: That could have be