“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo. I don’t fit in. I don’t want to fit in.”

I really honestly just wanted this to be over the entire time. For a book about women, all of the women felt entirely one dimensional. And at no point do they become more complex. In fact, they become less complex with each appearance. If this was the intention, it just made me less interested in the characters. I don’t hate them, I don’t love them, I have no feelings regarding their potential endangerment.

Part three was the most compelling part of the book, if not because it kind of pokes around into the complexity of a deeply intimate but non sexual female relationship and whether or not the main character actually did want more from that. That part alone could’ve been the whole book. 

This book honestly wanted to be an Ottessa Moshfegh book but like was maybe trying a bit too hard to get there.