This was such a strange little book! I think I liked it? But maybe I didn’t fully understand it – or at least what it was trying to do? Our unnamed narrator seemingly has it all – she’s pretty, thin, Columbia grad, and wealthy enough that she doesn’t really need her job at a hot art gallery. Which last is probably for the best, because sleep is taking over her life. She can’t seem to shake the idea that if she could only sleep – […]
“It was lunacy, this idea, that I could sleep myself into a new life. Preposterous. But there I was, approaching the depths of my journey”
My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh





