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My first of Moshfegh's. I don't know what to say. She uses perfect prose to describe the grittiest things. She makes you somehow sympathize with the most deranged narrator. Moshfegh knows the depths of depression and complex grief like her own soul; which, if you're familiar with either, probably lends to empathizing with the protagonist. If it weren't for the final page, I'd give it five stars. We knew the situation, no need to hand feed it; that made it feel trite.