I guess the thing that drew me to Butter
was its summary, something about a fat, 423 lb. pound sixteen-year-old who was going to eat himself. To death. On live video.
Except the way I interpreted it was along the following: literally
eating himself to death. Like nom nom my fingers taste so good wow there's so much blood why is there so much blood?
A bit morbid, I know.
(Okay, a lot morbid.)
Except I got this: Oooh death by food!
Meaning: stuffing himself. Meaning: Stuffing himself with so much food he'd either die from choking, poisoning, or extreme allergies.
Which is okay, but with what I was expecting, disappointing.
All in all, I understand the type of message Butter
is sending out, and I feel it's definitely important, but this book was honorable. Great. But did I love it? No, but I liked it.