Jasmine

out of all the moshfegh's i've read, I enjoyed (?) this one the most but it's still just, meh. did it help to pull me out of my reading slump? yes, but at what cost?

also, anyone claiming this as a “that girl” book has completely lost their mind. it's literally like saying “omg I aspire to have such horrible anxiety and depression because my parent's neglected me as a child and as a result I have no self confidence, can't form healthy relationships, can't feel an emblem of empathy for others and literally do not want to exist in reality because I have nothing to look forward to in life so what's the purpose of living?”...but go off ig