You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine

Got almost a quarter into this, but I am not warming up to the characters. They rather unnerve and disgust me.

are you ever disgusted by your own corporeality? does the thought of mingling saliva or the process of eating (chewing, masticating, dissolving, digesting) kinda gross you out? Do you ever lean on the edges of anorexia? do the very physical and mental boundaries between you and other people seem permeable, flexible, confusing? Maybe don't read this book. Or do, I'm not your mother.