Ottessa wields her mighty pen again, this time choosing a main character who is so blonde and thin and beautiful that we can’t complain about ugliness like we did with Eileen. The story is a blur of nothingness, the character existing off her inheritance and taking weird drug cocktails to try and sleep her entire life away. Some of the drugs don’t work as advertised—she is extremely active during those blackouts, going to raves and shopping and frequently waking up with bizarre remnants of the evening or on the LIRR not sure what day it is, what time it is, and which direction she’s headed. After reading several gushing interviews about Ottessa recently, I wonder if this book isn’t her getting back at us, sneering at us to say look how interesting I can make a story about a woman passed out most of the time. At any rate, this is my least favorite of hers so far, despite the obvious writing talent.