Wintergirls by Laurie Halse AndersonWintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson


byLaurie Halse Anderson

Paperback | February 23, 2010

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The New York Times bestselling story of a friendship frozen between life and death

Lia and Cassie are best friends, wintergirls frozen in fragile bodies, competitors in a deadly contest to see who can be the thinnest. But then Cassie suffers the ultimate loss—her life—and Lia is left behind, haunted by her friend's memory and racked with guilt for not being able to help save her. In her most powerfully moving novel since Speak, award-winning author Laurie Halse Anderson explores Lia's struggle, her painful path to recovery, and her desperate attempts to hold on to the most important thing of all: hope.
Laurie Halse Anderson has received both the Margaret Edwards Award and the ALAN Award for her contributions to young adult literature. She has also been honored by the National Coalition Against Censorship in recognition of her fight to combat the censoring of literature. She is the author of the groundbreaking National Book Award fina...
Title:WintergirlsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:304 pages, 8.25 × 5.5 × 0.76 inPublished:February 23, 2010Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:014241557X

ISBN - 13:9780142415573

Appropriate for ages: 13 - 17


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Important book but be careful Though the subject matter of this book is nowhere near light, I went through it pretty quickly. I was afraid I would regret reading it, but I actually really enjoyed it (as much as you can enjoy a book with such serious themes). Once I started it, I couldn't stop. When it comes to books about mental illness, there's a thin line between relatable and triggering. We look for certain books because we want to feel understood and to know that we're not alone with certain struggles. But sometimes a book can do more harm than good, even if you loved it. So we have to be aware of our own limits and be honest with ourselves about how a book can affect us. Basically, I would recommend it but really make sure that you can handle it if you’re suffering from an eating disorder. I’d recommend reading it with someone in that case, because you could benefit from the story and it could maybe help you open up a dialogue about your own ed with that person.
Date published: 2018-06-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Haunting Story about Serious Issues This is an amazing story. Praise to the author for having the courage to take such a sensitive, and often ignored issue, and talking about it straight up. This book is an excellent example of the struggles with eating disorders, The characters respectively are fighting with anorexia and bulimia, very common eating disorders. I wish there was more out there on this kind of topic. It is a serious issue and it should be talked about. This story touched so close to home and it was so haunting and sad. Its hard not to sympathize with the characters. I know when I read it I just wanted them to love themselves, but in a society that feeds off us hating ourselves it's so hard. The story was beautifully written, and again it was believable, raw, and real.
Date published: 2018-02-08
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Heart wrenching, but good This book was definitely emotional, and actually quite upsetting at times, but it was eye opening and really makes you think. It was easy to get lost in the story, I really couldn't put the book down.
Date published: 2018-01-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Readers beware This book made me cry more than a few times throughout, which is why I give it four stars. The main problem I have is that it reads like a manual for anorexia, this book is almost a step by step guide. If you're an impressionable young person who has body image issues, this book may not be for you.
Date published: 2018-01-20
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Haunting and disturbing Some issues are worth exploring to bring to light what many people, fortunately, may never experience but should still be aware of. None of this kinds of books are easy to read, but this in particular was a hauntingly beautiful tale about a girl with an eating disorder. I can't say I always enjoyed the writing and the direction of the story, but it was worth the read for sure and opened my eyes to certain aspects of life I wasn't previously aware of.
Date published: 2018-01-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Wintergirls A very difficult read. I had to put the book down several times.
Date published: 2018-01-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wintergirls Really great book about girls experiencing Anorexia. Really interesting and relatable. I recommend this for girls with eating disorders because it gives you a little perspective.
Date published: 2017-12-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from So real This book hooks you and infiltrats your mind. It pulls every emotion possible out of you. I can't say enough on how good and real this book is. Much love Laurie Halse Anderson.
Date published: 2017-10-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from the characters are well written I love Laurie Halse Anderson, and the way she truly writes from the characters point of view almost like her writing is every sentence they are thinking, when they repeat a sentence over and over in their head she repeats a sentence over and over on paper. For a moment they feel like real people.
Date published: 2017-08-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Very relatable I really enjoyed reading this book, suffering from eating disorders myself, I could really feel the character and put myself in her shoes. Its crazy how everyone sees themselves so different from other people.
Date published: 2017-08-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book about eating disorders without triggers This might be not my favourite book on the subject, but I must admit, this is the first one that doesn't act as a trigger for girls who are already predisposed to the condition.
Date published: 2017-08-08
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Pretty Good Book Overall I enjoyed reading this book, wasn't quite what I expected. I feel like it gave good insight into what it's like to have an eating disorder.
Date published: 2017-08-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Accurate One of the best books I've read about mental illness. It portrays eating disorders in a realistic way that does not glorify the horribleness of having a mental disorder.
Date published: 2017-04-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from fantastic read i have read this book 3 times now. it is amazing and very real. however if you suffer from mental illness i suppose this book could also trigger you. but i loved it.
Date published: 2017-04-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from my FAVOURITE book Being someone who has suffered from an eating disorder this book can be a little triggering but it is definitely worth the read. The author understands exactly how the brain of an anorexic works and lia's character is spot on. The storyline builds you up and ultimately drives it home at the end. This book is a literary genius and I recommend it to anyone interested in a heart wrenching read that will leave you wanting more!
Date published: 2017-03-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great But Emotional Read This book is SO good. It will hit you in all the feels. It tackles an important and difficult topic with amazing grace and it is easy to relate to. Would highly recommend this!
Date published: 2017-03-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from An emotional read This book has been on my shelf for years and I finally picked it up. Not quite as good as Speak, but I really did enjoy this book. It was hauntingly beautiful and emotional. The writing style, while unique, was at times distracting (all the crossouts). But Laurie Halse Anderson is a really good YA writer, bringing voice to her (sometimes one-dimensional) characters through beautifully heart-breaking sentences.
Date published: 2017-02-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Gripping read Love this book from beginning to end. Hauntingly written.
Date published: 2017-02-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Interesting Read I read this book within a week. I would have finished in a day if I had the time. It was an intriguing read, I fell into that world - and was able to really understand how someone with an eating disorder thinks. The only negative thing I have to say is that it may be triggering for those with eating disorders - because it digs extremely deep. These girls have trivial problems nothing to an extent of extreme abuse or neglect. They are battling emotions within themselves. I think for those who may be battling abuse physical, sexual etc. that lead to their disorder might find this book a little hard to read - Its just from my experience in the past when I have read a book based on something I have struggled with and this person seems so much more broken then I do when there struggle is not as hard it make me feel a bit angry ... but that is just me. Everyone is built differently and wired differently so if your looking for an insight into the mind of a teenager with an eating disorder this is the book for you. It made me really open my mind up to people struggling with this disorder - there is so much more too it then "they just want to be skinny"...
Date published: 2017-02-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Powerful book This book is an amazing read for all teens especially ones going through a friend break up and difficult times with their bodies, realistic book that relates well to real life situations, i read it 3 times and still feel all the emotion throughout it
Date published: 2017-01-23
Rated 4 out of 5 by from breathtaking This book is sad and engaging all the same. Suffering with the loss of her (Ex) best friend and dealing with her struggles with anorexia is a terrible thing to face especially alone; just as the main character practically does, pushing people away and only leaning on them for a split second. I can imagine facing any of the trials faced in this book. It pulled at my heart strings. A very amazing book.
Date published: 2017-01-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from #plumreview teen gift great gift for my teen. powerful book. great buy. she read through it very fast and enjoyed it. #plumreview
Date published: 2016-11-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I was strong This book is amazing. I could read it ten times in a row and still be taken in by the bone chilling and accurate descriptions of what a person may feel with an eating disorder.
Date published: 2015-06-07
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Over again. I read this book first when I just came out, I am now re reading it and I still love this book. From someone who suffers with the same problems, it is very emotional and powerful.
Date published: 2015-05-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Reading For my birthday i got a kobo i am just starting to read it anits prety good zo far and hopefully its good
Date published: 2015-05-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! I loved this book a lot!!! But I wish it would be a little longer but that wouldn't knock a star off. I enjoyed it because it never got boring. I was always excited and anxious to know what would happen next! I stay up at night till the sun rises and even after that! Just to read this amazing book! Definitely one of my favorites!
Date published: 2014-07-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved It! This book sucked me in, I couldn't put it down! It made me laugh and cry and I would definitely read it again.
Date published: 2014-01-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! At the moment I picked up Wintergirls I had no idea what the book was about. I went in completely blind. I didn't expect that it would be such a powerful and emotional read. But it was. There were moments when I wanted to shake some sense into Lia. Other moments my greatest desire was to take Lia by the hand and tell her that everything would be alright. I wanted to guide her to the help she so desperately needed. The only thing she needed to do was just accept it. No catch involved. I was completely emotionally invested in this novel. Laurie did such an exceptional job in portraying Lia's self-destruction. I felt her pain and her desperation to the core. My heart was breaking and crying out for Lia because I couldn't do anything to help her. I'm a super huge fan of happy endings and although this one doesn't have a supreme happy ending it leaves us with hope and the realization that life is definitely worth fighting for, no matter how bad you think you have it. Hope that from here on, things will be better. My heart goes out to all the girls going through the same situation that Cassie and Lia are going through in Wintergirls. This is definitely a book worth picking up. This is the first novel I've read by Laurie Halse Anderson and it will no be the last.
Date published: 2014-01-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Read it Its such a good book
Date published: 2013-03-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from breathtakingly-amazing This was a gripping story that had me from the first page. It was really hard to put this down. Laurie Halse Anderson has truly created a literary masterpiece with Wintergirls. The story of Lia is heartbreeakingly wrought with pain, a pain I have never felt, but I understand it. This really and truly is a book I would tell everyone to read.
Date published: 2012-01-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Life changing. This is one of those books that will actually change how you see things if you can relate to it. It shows you the consequences of the actions of the girls in the book in a very straightforward way.
Date published: 2012-01-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Life saving This book is beautiful, a beautiful life saver. This Ook saved me from my anorexia, when I was 12 I stopped eating, because I stopped fitting into small and I became a medium, all the girls in my school were extra small. I spiraled downhill, I stopped eating I stopped reding my only thoughts were calories, my family threatened to send me away and that want what I wanted. One day I had gone to the book store and this book stood out to me, and the SECOND I had finished reading this book I knew I had to change, and here I am 14 and a happy medium. I carry this book everywhere I go. I love this book and suggest it to everyone I know
Date published: 2011-12-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Gripping & Unforgettable! Wintergirls left me thinking for many days after I finished reading it. Laurie Halse Anderson's style keeps you on the edge throughout the whole book. I couldn't put the book down and, when I succeeded in doing so, the story still haunted me. I recommended the book to my 15 years old students; some bought it and thanked me. Wintergirls is my favourite LHA's books, alongside Speak. A must-read!
Date published: 2011-06-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Unforgettable This book really touched my heart. As someone who has suffered from both an ED and depression for several years, I can tell you that Laurie Halse Anderson is right on the money with what it is like. Wintergirls was thought-provoking and hauntingly beautiful, and is a wonderful novel that very accurately depicts life with an ED. I recommend it to anyone who has an ED or who knows someone who has one, or even just for the experience of a beautifully written book that delves into a distorted mind. Wonderful.
Date published: 2010-09-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing :) wintergirls is a fantastic read. the writing style is very unique and poetic. it was breathtaking! the plot is also amazing and sends an important message. LHA is an amazing authour. all in all, one of my fave books, ive already read it 2 and a half times in a couple weeks!
Date published: 2010-07-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Thoughful and poetic Wow. I don't even know why this is listed as a young adult novel other than the fact that the girl in it is 18. But the structure and the style of the book is so much more literary. I wish books like these had been around when I was in high school. Anderson's writing is wonderful. Her characterisation is clean and I adore how she formats her story. I truly felt for the character and the frustration of the parents and everything about this story kept me highly interested. My one regret is that I finished it too quickly.
Date published: 2010-07-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Vividly Real *4.5 Stars Laurie Halse Anderson is one of the big-shot names in YA today, which sets Wintergirls up with high expectations - it definitely does not disappoint. Halse Anderson is known for tackling difficult and controversial issues pertinent to today's youth. Wintergirls deals with eating disorders - but it such away that makes the deadly disease come alive. It's almost like it was personified as another character or something, which was really remarkable to see. There's also something about the writing: the diction choice, the phrasing, the metaphors... it's so unique, so specifically branded as 'Laurie Halse Anderson'. There are so many passages of sheer beauty: "The snow drifts into our zombie mouths crawling with grease and curses and tabacco flakes and cavities and boyfriend/girlfriend juice, the stain of lies. For one moment we are not failed tests and broken condoms and cheating on essays; we are crayons and lunch boxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds" (Halse Anderson 15)**. How beautiful is that? Wow, just breathtaking. Alas, I didn't connect with the characters (particularly Lia) as much as I would've liked. There's something about Wintergirls though, something that just stays with you. Hours after you finish reading it, the words continue to play out in your head, the scenarios repeat themselves, and your mind just continues to contemplate the story. Memorable and riveting, Wintergirls is a breathtaking story about an all-too-real issue plaguing today's youth. Laurie Halse Anderson has created a vividly real story that unfortunately plays out in real life all too often. **Halse Anderson, Laurie. Wintergirls. New York: Speak, 2009.
Date published: 2010-06-13

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1   So she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.   She tells me in four sentences. No, five.   I can’t let me hear this, but it’s too late. The facts sneak in and stab me. When she gets to the worst part   . . . body found in a motel room, alone . . .   . . . my walls go up and my doors lock. I nod like I’m listening, like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.   It’s not nice when girls die.   2   “We didn’t want you hearing it at school or on the news.” Jennifer crams the last hunk of muffin into her mouth. “Are you sure you’re okay?”   I open the dishwasher and lean into the cloud of steam that floats out of it. I wish I could crawl in and curl up between a bowl and a plate. (My stepmother) Jennifer could lock the door, twist the dial to SCALD, and press ON.   The steam freezes when it touches my face. “I’m fine,” I lie.   She reaches for the box of oatmeal raisin cookies on the table. “This must feel awful.” She rips off the cardboard ribbon. “Worse than awful. Can you get me a clean container?”   I take a clear plastic box and lid out of the cupboard and hand it across the island to her. “Where’s Dad?”   “He had a tenure meeting.”   “Who told you about Cassie?”   She crumbles the edges of the cookies before she puts them in the box, to make it look like she baked instead of bought. “Your mother called late last night with the news. She wants you to see Dr. Parker right away instead of waiting for your next appointment.”   “What do you think?” I ask.   “It’s a good idea,” she says. “I’ll see if she can fit you in this afternoon.”   “Don’t bother.” I pull out the top rack of the dishwasher. The glasses vibrate with little screams when I touch them. If I pick them up, they’ll shatter. “There’s no point.”   She pauses in mid-crumble. “Cassie was your best friend.”   “Not anymore. I’ll see Dr. Parker next week like I’m supposed to.”   “I guess it’s your decision. Will you promise me you’ll call your mom and talk to her about it?”   “Promise.”   Jennifer looks at the clock on the microwave and shouts, “Emma—four minutes!”  (My stepsister) Emma doesn’t answer. She’s in the family room, hypnotized by the television and a bowl of blue cereal.   Jennifer nibbles a cookie. “I hate to speak ill of the dead, but I’m glad you didn’t hang out with her anymore.”   I push the top rack back in and pull out the bottom. “Why?”   “Cassie was a mess. She could have taken you down with her.”   I reach for the steak knife hiding in the nest of spoons. The black handle is warm. As I pull it free, the blade slices the air, dividing the kitchen into slivers. There is Jennifer, packing store-bought cookies in a plastic tub for her daughter’s class. There is Dad’s empty chair, pretending he has no choice about these early meetings. There is the shadow of my mother, who prefers the phone because face-to-face takes too much time and usually ends in screaming.   Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it.   . . . body found in a motel room, alone . . .   Someone just ripped off my eyelids.   “Thank God you’re stronger than she was.” Jennifer drains her coffee mug and wipes the crumbs from the corners of her mouth.   The knife slides into the butcher block with a whisper. “Yeah.” I reach for a plate, scrubbed free of blood and gristle. It weighs ten pounds.   She snaps the lid on the box of cookies. “I have a late settlement appointment. Can you take Emma to soccer? Practice starts at five.”   “Which field?”   “Richland Park, out past the mall. Here.” She hands the heavy mug to me, her lipstick a bloody crescent on the rim. I set it on the counter and unload the plates one at a time, arms shaking.   Emma comes into the kitchen and sets her cereal bowl, half-filled with sky-colored milk, next to the sink.   “Did you remember the cookies?” she asks her mother.   Jennifer shakes the plastic container. “We’re late, honey. Get your stuff.”   Emma trudges toward her backpack, her sneaker laces flopping. She should still be sleeping, but my father’s wife drives her to school early four mornings a week for violin lessons and conversational French. Third grade is not too young for enrichment, you know.   Jennifer stands up. The fabric of her skirt is pulled so tight over her thighs, the pockets gape open. She tries to smooth out the wrinkles. “Don’t let Emma con you into buying chips before practice. If she’s hungry, she can have a fruit cup.”   “Should I stick around and drive her home?”   She shakes her head. “The Grants will do it.” She takes her coat off the back of the chair, puts her arms in the sleeves, and starts to button up. “Why don’t you have one of the muffins? I bought oranges yesterday, or you could have toast or frozen waffles.”  (Because I can’t let myself want them) because I don’t need a muffin (410), I don’t want an orange (75) or toast (87), and waffles (180) make me gag.   I point to the empty bowl on the counter, next to the huddle of pill bottles and the Bluberridazzlepops box. “I’m having cereal.”   Her eyes dart to the cabinet where she had taped up my meal plan. It came with the discharge papers when I moved in six months ago. I took it down three months later, on my eighteenth birthday.   “That’s too small to be a full serving,” she says carefully.  (I could eat the entire box) I probably won’t even fill the bowl. “My stomach’s upset.”   She opens her mouth again. Hesitates. A sour puff of coffee-stained morning breath blows across the still kitchen and splashes into me. Don’t say it—don’tsayit.   “Trust, Lia.”   She said it.   “That’s the issue. Especially now. We don’t want . . .”   If I weren’t so tired, I’d shove trust and issue down the garbage disposal and let it run all day.   I pull a bigger bowl out of the dishwasher and put it on the counter. “I. Am. Fine. Okay?”   She blinks twice and finishes buttoning her coat. “Okay. I understand. Tie your sneakers, Emma, and get in the car.”   Emma yawns.   “Hang on.” I bend down and tie Emma’s laces. Doubleknotted. I look up. “I can’t keep doing this, you know. You’re way too old.”   She grins and kisses my forehead. “Yes you can, silly.”   As I stand up, Jennifer takes two awkward steps toward me. I wait. She is a pale, round moth, dusted with eggshell foundation, armed for the day with her banker’s briefcase, purse, and remote starter for the leased SUV. She flutters, nervous.   I wait.   This is where we should hug or kiss or pretend to.   She ties the belt around her middle. “Look . . . just keep moving today. Okay? Try not to think about things too much.”    “Right.”   “Say good-bye to your sister, Emma,” Jennifer prompts.   “Bye, Lia.” Emma waves and gives me a small berridazzle smile. “The cereal is really good. You can finish the box if you want.”   3   I pour too much cereal (150) in the bowl, splash on the two-percent milk (125). Breakfast is themostimportantmealoftheday. Breakfast will make me a cham-pee-on.   . . . When I was a real girl, with two parents and one house and no blades flashing, breakfast was granola topped with fresh strawberries, always eaten while reading a book propped up on the fruit bowl. At Cassie’s house we’d eat waffles with thin syrup that came from maple trees, not the fake corn syrup stuff, and we’d read the funny pages. . . .   No. I can’t go there. I won’t think. I won’t look.   I won’t pollute my insides with Bluberridazzlepops or muffins or scritchscratchy shards of toast, either. Yesterday’s dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I am shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong.   But I have to drive.   . . . I drove last year, windows down, music cranked, first Saturday in October, flying to the SATs. I drove so Cassie could put the top coat on her nails. We were secret sisters with a plan for world domination, potential bubbling around us like champagne. Cassie laughed. I laughed. We were perfection.   Did I eat breakfast? Of course not. Did I eat dinner the night before, or lunch, or anything?   The car in front of us braked as the traffic light turned yellow, then red. My flip-flop hovered above the pedal. My edges blurred. Black squiggle tingles curled up my spine and wrapped around my eyes like a silk scarf. The car in front of us disappeared. The steering wheel, the dashboard, vanished. There was no Cassie, no traffic light. How was I supposed to stop this thing?   Cassie screamed in slow motion.   ::Marshmallow/air/explosion/bag::   When I woke up, the emt-person and a cop were frowning. The driver whose car I smashed into was screaming into his cell phone.   My blood pressure was that of a cold snake. My heart was tired. My lungs wanted a nap. They stuck me with a needle, inflated me like a state-fair balloon, and shipped me off to a hospital with steel-eyed nurses who wrote down every bad number. In pen. Busted me.   Mom and Dad rushed in, side by side for a change, happy that I was not dead. A nurse handed my chart to my mother. She read through it and explained the disaster to my father and then they fought, a mudslide of an argument that spewed across the antiseptic sheets and out into the hall. I was stressed/overscheduled/manic/no—depressed/no—in need of attention/no—in need of discipline/in need of rest/in need/your fault/your fault/fault/fault. They branded their war on this tiny skin-bag of a girl.   Phone calls were made. My parents force-marched me into (hell on the hill) New Seasons. . . .   Cassie escaped, as usual. Not a scratch. Insurance more than covered the damage, so she wound up with a fixed car and new speakers. Our mothers had a little talk, but really all girls go through these things and what are you going to do? Cassie rescheduled for the next test and got her nails done at a salon, Enchanted Blue, while they locked me up and dripped sugar water into my empty veins. . . .   Lesson learned. Driving requires fuel.   Not Emma’s Bluberridazzlepop cereal. I shiver and pour most of the soggy mess down the disposal, then set the bowl on the floor. Emma’s cats, Kora and Pluto, pad across the kitchen and stick their heads in the bowl. I draw a cartoon face with a big tongue on a sticky note, write YUMMY, EMMA! THANKS! and slap it on the cereal box.   I eat ten raisins (16) and five almonds (35) and a greenbellied pear (121) (= 172). The bites crawl down my throat. I eat my vitamins and the crazy seeds that keep my brain from exploding: one long purple, one fat white, two poppyred. I wash everybody down with hot water.   They better work quick. The voice of a dead girl is waiting for me on my phone.

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