Disturbing, frightening, and emotionally charged, but tender and highly informative. Levine recollects the painful days of her daughter’s life-threatening struggle with anorexia. The author met her husband, Mark, when she was 27; she was a charge nurse in a neonatal intensive care unit, and he was a medical student with a winning smile. They married three years later and had two children, first Mike and then Rachel. Their family was close, with minimal acrimony.