Lisabeth Lewis is just another suburban teenage girl…with an eating disorder. Not matter how skinny she gets a voice in her head always tells her she is fat. It also always calculates calories she consumes and workout times to counteract those calories. Her life seems completely normal to her, until one day a black horse appears in her garden eating her mothers bushes. She has just been appointed Famine, one of the riders of the apocalypse. Ironic, huh? It is through carrying out this job that she realizes she has taken for granted everything she has, and what many others don’t.
This book poorly melded together fantasy and realistic fiction. Lisabeth, her family, and her friends were all unlikable characters. Not a single person was portrayed positively. Actually, the only thing portrayed positively in this book was anorexia and bulimia in the first half. Pestilence, another rider of the apocalypse makes an appearance, riddled with diseases including common cold sores which are referred to very negatively. I think this book sets a very poor example for teenage girls, and it was poorly written.