there was too much condoning of disordered eating patterns going on for my liking.  also, this was a very stereotypical “struggling actress in NYC” narrative that I personally just don’t really care about (even as side characters, but in this book it is every character). I fully understand why a successful actress would write this sort of a book as a first novel (tbh felt closer to auto fiction), and the writing feels very Lauren, but it was lacking something for me. and there were enough acting clichés to last me a lifetime.