Book Review — Lottie Hazell

This is the kind of book I want to exist. I wanted to love it. I didn’t.

Piglet covers a lot of ground — self-discovery, class systems, sexism, ambition, purpose — and it does all of it through the lens of an eating disorder. The main character copes through binge eating, and on paper that’s a compelling, honest, specific way to tell this kind of story. A messy woman trying to figure out who she is and what she actually wants. That premise is exactly what I look for.

Where I got stuck: there’s a difference between depicting a coping mechanism and making overeating the main way we’re meant to connect with her. I couldn’t get past it, and it colored how I read everything else. That’s a personal line, not a universal criticism — I want to be clear about that. But it’s also the honest review.

The bigger issue is pacing. This could have been a short story under 150 pages and it would have been sharper for it. The ideas are there. The execution loses the thread before it earns its length.

I liked what Lottie Hazell was trying to do. The goal of this book — a woman in the middle of her own life, figuring out what’s actually hers — is a good one. It just wasn’t executed in a way that landed for me.

⭐⭐⭐ — 3/5 stars

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