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emilychau's review
challenging
reflective
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
2.5
dominicfike's review
3.0
“Your mouth tastes like Canadian bacon.”
one thing about otessa moshfegh - she’ll write about sleeping
one thing about otessa moshfegh - she’ll write about sleeping
baza's review
dark
sad
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
genevieverousseau's review
4.0
this was one of her tamer stories, but i enjoyed it all the same. very very relatable
anjelicablair333's review
5.0
God I love Ottessa Moshfegh.
Please read this if you haven't — it takes a half hour.
She writes for the GIRLS. The mentally ill GIRLS.
Really scratches the itch.
"I bought all my beer from the bodega on the corner of East Tenth and First Avenue. The Egyptians who worked there were all very handsome and complimentary. They gave me free candy — individually wrapped Twizzlers, Pop Rocks. They dropped them into the paper bag and winked. I’d buy two or three forties and a pack of cigarettes on my way home from school each afternoon and go to bed and watch Married…with Children and Sally Jessy Raphael on my small black-and-white television, drink and smoke and snooze. When it got dark I’d go out again for more forties and, on occasion, food. Around ten p.m. I’d switch to vodka and would pretend to better myself with a book or some kind of music, as though God were checking up on me. “All good here,” I pretended to say. “Just bettering myself, as always.”" <333333333333
Please read this if you haven't — it takes a half hour.
She writes for the GIRLS. The mentally ill GIRLS.
Really scratches the itch.
"I bought all my beer from the bodega on the corner of East Tenth and First Avenue. The Egyptians who worked there were all very handsome and complimentary. They gave me free candy — individually wrapped Twizzlers, Pop Rocks. They dropped them into the paper bag and winked. I’d buy two or three forties and a pack of cigarettes on my way home from school each afternoon and go to bed and watch Married…with Children and Sally Jessy Raphael on my small black-and-white television, drink and smoke and snooze. When it got dark I’d go out again for more forties and, on occasion, food. Around ten p.m. I’d switch to vodka and would pretend to better myself with a book or some kind of music, as though God were checking up on me. “All good here,” I pretended to say. “Just bettering myself, as always.”" <333333333333