I had been eyeing this book since I saw it at my local bookstore earlier this year, having picked it up and read the blurb on multiple occasions, thinking it was a memoir rather than a work of fiction. That said, I was absolutely delighted when I saw it at the local library.

I read this in about two sittings. For a book that quite clearly deals with depression, I did not feel depressed (and considering I have clinical depression, I often feel depressed). At times, Moshfegh's writing is funny and at times harrowing, sad, and dismal. The narrator is difficult to like (for her privilege), but also difficult to dislike as she has faced so much trauma in her life.

I think it only took me 4-5 hours to read this, so I would recommend it if you have the time.