The Year I Didn’t Eat tells the story of fourteen year old Max, a boy suffering from anorexia, over a year of his life through diary extracts and Max’s narrative. Drawing from the author’s own experience of being a teenage boy with the disease, it’s a heart-breaking, deeply affecting and surprisingly funny book, which sheds light on a subject often swept under the table.
Christmas Day is going to be super-hard. Like, the hardest day of my life so far.
Breakfast will be OK, because it’ll just be me, Robin, Mum and Dad, and they already know what I’m like. They won’t mind when I say no to coffee, and croissants, and the juice with bits in they’ve bought specially. They won’t mind when I just eat one slice of toast with the thinnest smear of low-fat spread.
Well, they will mind. But they won’t say anything.
But then, everyone else will arrive. Auntie Jess, Uncle Rich, James, Louise and Gran. And they’ve not seen me like this.
They don’t know what I’m like now.