November in New England proooobably isn't the best time to pick this book up, since the sun sets at 4pm and seasonal depression is looming around the corner, but I managed to power through reading MY YEAR OF REST AND RELAXATION.

I'm kind of at a loss for how to really summarize/ rate this book. Despite every character (including the main character) being utterly deplorable and trauma building upon trauma throughout the story, I couldn't put it down and it gave me a lot to think about.

Depression is a monster, and I think that Moshfegh manages to capture the worst of it, expertly.