This book made me feel the worthlessness which sometimes come with womanhood. It made me feel dirty.

I wish it had some kind of solution in the end, which I know, I know! Is there a solution to a situation like this? I know that it is important to tell these stories of women who are vulnerable, however, while reading it I felt like this story has been told many, many times before.

It was so unsettling mainly because I couldn't stop hating the main character. I hated Sylvia, I hated how she thought about herself, I hated how she thought about other people, I hated how she treated her mother and Paul. I know that it was because of her mental problems, but how long can you go blaming everything on you mental well-being? Can you solve all you problems with pulling out the card "I feel sh*tty, so you may also feel this way"? It seems like you cannot.

Honestly, I emphasized with Paul while I felt bad for Sylvia when things started to get out of her control. And I hated myself for it and made me question if it is some kind of internal misogyny.