my year of rest and relaxation - ottessa moshfegh

okay this is my first book review on here, if you can call it that. I used to hate reviewing books in school, I felt like it took the fun away, but I guess this isn’t graded. I read this book at a time in which I felt my life mirrored it strictly in the way that I didnt have anything to do and I laid in bed all day smoking weed to pass time. was that a good thing to do? no! It was not. it made me very depressed. but reading this book and seeing how much I kinda despised her made me get out of bed. she was an annoying bitch. sorry I dont enjoy calling my fellow women that word, but she was. id say the c word but idk who’s reading, sorry mom. all shed talk about is how skinny and tired she was, maybe shed be less tired if she ate some fucking food. never have I been depressed and thought wow despite me being so depressed I look perfect and im rich. thats where they lost me. I know mental illness affects anyone regardless, but go be depressed in paris or on a boat you might feel better. I guess she did live in a beautiful apartment in nyc but still like. idk I sound jealous and maybe I am but she just doesn’t get it sorry. she was terrible to everyone in her life, in fact I didnt really like anyone in this story, but I felt more sympathy for them then for her. they were at least trying to be kind. she was trying not to be. she was horrible to her friend even when her friends mom died. great. she was just a bitch and then her friend died in 9/11. what? 9/11. you could see it coming the way they counted down the days. 9/11 and you were just a bitch to her in the years leading up. great. idk maybe im too hard on her but she was truly insufferable. I enjoyed reading this book despite what I say I read it in a day.