Butter by Erin Jade Lange – REVIEW

9781619631212I read this book on my Kindle, for the Anti Bullying Readathon.

Publisher: Bloomsbury

Publication date: September 4th. 2012

Pages: 294 (hardcover)









Synopsis by the publisher:

A lonely obese boy everyone calls “Butter” is about to make history. He is going to eat himself to death-live on the Internet-and everyone is invited to watch. When he first makes the announcement online to his classmates, Butter expects pity, insults, and possibly sheer indifference. What he gets are morbid cheerleaders rallying around his deadly plan. Yet as their dark encouragement grows, it begins to feel a lot like popularity. And that feels good. But what happens when Butter reaches his suicide deadline? Can he live with the fallout if he doesn’t go through with his plans?

Erin Jade Lange
Erin Jade Lange


The Review

“The only way to really understand is to walk in someone else’s shoes. In stories we are able to do so. Butter’s shoes are hard ones to walk in, but that doesn’t make it any less important to take the walk.” 


The Writing

To read the voice of Butter was like diving into something grim, dark and uncomfortable, but in a good way. Did that make sense? Let me try to explain.

The Lange has written Butter’s voice feels very genuine and real, and that (combined with the uncomfortable subject of obesity) is what makes this story awful and incredible at the same time.

The Characters

Butter is written from the perspective of Butter and him alone. I enjoyed reading about the story, and the character of Butter was really well written. I did feel mildly depressed when diving deep into the mind of Butter at times, but I think that makes the story what it is. It is a way to get into the mindset of someone else, and really feel their struggle and frustration.

Butter was quite a passive character in his own life at times, and that frustrated me. But that is also a vital part of the story and therefor not a negative thing.

I also enjoyed getting to know other people through Butter and his thoughts. It was like I was able to hitch a ride with someone, wanting to direct him onto a better path but not being able to do anything about it.

The Plot

The thing about this plot that made it so interesting to me was of course finding out if Butter was going to go through with his promise of eating himself to death.

I don’t feel like there were any really surprising twists through the story, but it had a well written build up from the beginning to the very end.

Additional Thoughts

It was heartbreaking, wonderful and awful at the same time. A story that really sets the focus on a different kind of bullying than what we hear about more often.

I think everyone should read this at a young age. The only way to really understand is to walk in someone else’s shoes. In stories we are able to do so. Butter’s shoes are hard ones to walk in, but that doesn’t make it any less important to take the walk.


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Holding Back

We’ve collaborated once again! Kirsti’s brilliant mind of photography and my written words!
Enjoy 🙂

hegre backman


A desire in me hidden deep
The very need to let go and leap
But when about to do just so
Something refused to let me go
Forced my dreams to silent sleep

Spirit uncomfortably bound
Roped and shackled to the ground
For way too long I could not see
As I screamed to be let free
Let me look for a path unfound

I fought until my spirit soar
A quiet, painful and internal war
And then a choice made by me
Was all that needed to be free
My dreams be bound never more

Dikt forfatter: Christina de Vries
Se hennes blogg: http://www.geek-heaven.com/

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The Window by Christina de Vries

His eyes. Dreaming. Lost.

The first thing I noticed.

He was standing there. 

Looking out of his window. 

Staring into forever. 

He didn’t notice me. 

Or so I thought. 


A flower. Blooming. Beautiful.

The next day it was there. 

Bright yellow. Alone.

A yellow face of petals.

Waving to the world from his window.

And I couldn’t stop smiling.


Red. Intense. Inviting.

Third day I put it there.

My own flower inspired by his.

Response to an unspoken wish.

A never said promise.

A dream placed perfectly

In his window. And in mine. 


Burning. Romantic. Two.

The fourth day he lit them.

One on each side.

Lighting up the flower.

Making it beam after sunset.

I kept going back to watch it all night

Until the candles burned down.


Smiling. Waving. His eyes. 

Day five and for the first time

They met mine.

Frozen in place and unsure.

Could this be a dream?

His hand rested on the glass.

I smiled and waved back.


Awkward. Exciting. Nervous.

Day six and there was darkness.

Nothing to see in his window.

He wasn’t there.

I put on a dress and left. 

My window turned dark as well.

None of us home. None alone.


Memories. Time. His touch.

Days and days and days.

I look out my window

To where it all started. 

Other flowers. Other faces.

He doesn’t live there anymore.

Our window. Two flowers. One yellow and one red. 


©Christina de Vries – Geek Heaven

yellow and red daisy flowers