“Oh, sleep. Nothing else could ever bring me such pleasure, such freedom, the power to feel and move and think and imagine, safe from the miseries of my waking consciousness.”
I wanted to try something different with this book, it’s unlike a lot (if not all) the books I’ve read before. I’m not sure it is for me, but I found it very easy reading.
Our unnamed narrator has lost both her parents, hates her life, and decides she just wants to sleep for a year – using a cocktail of prescriptions drugs from a dodgy psychiatrist to enable this. It’s uncompromising in its remarks and occurrences and peppered with dark humour.
Characters are a big part of the story for me, and I need to like them or love to hate them. The characters within these pages and are just downright unpleasant. That is the point, but I think it helped lead to me not loving the book. But it certainly was a breath of fresh air, even if it wasn’t one smelling of roses.
★★★☆☆
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