Comfort Food read a lot like non-fiction to me; at times it really felt like somebody was simply telling the story of what had happened to them, it felt a lot like a journal of some kind. What fascinates me most about this story is that fact that the author managed to create and develop intimacy between her two main characters with almost no words spoken between them. But make no mistake, this is not some sugar-coated love story. So, be warned, reader: If you are expecting some soap opera
shit love story to come pouring out of this book, you better just move along.