baby’s first weird woman book. used to want those meds soooo because i read this whilst going through my own dreary depression and was looking for anything to save me. seeing an echo of my pain all laid out without condescension or judgement made me feel so whole, at the time. reading this years later, the relation of pain is still there but far less so as i can see the manufactured maneuvering now. bit sad, this used to be a fave. but that’s growing up for you :( 

anyway. outside of the premise (love a endless nap myself) this was sparse and shallow. drably written. & according to the author that’s a little bit on purpose because she was following a checklist in order to write a hit for the masses, but purposeful mediocrity is still mediocrity. but having read more of her works that’s how i feel about her writing in general. perverse and so-edgy-it-rounds-back-around-to-corny to distract from the shaky writing and receptive nature of the story. the cheesiness (with ‘new beginning type endings that’s almost a given but still) of her growth also takes away any real bite this has, even if the ending tries to grab at some shock and awe. just aggressively okay and a little dull but not a terrible way to pass the time. funny, i used to think the #weirdowoman offshoots and ripoffs were below this, but now that ive reread as an adult i see that they’re actually in equal company lol.