My Year of Rest and Relaxation

''But coming out of that sleep was excruciating. My entire life flashed before my eyes in the worst way possible, my mind refilling itself with all my lame memories, every little thing that had brought me to where I was. I'd try to remember something else- a better version, a happy story, maybe, or just an equally lame but different life that would at least be refreshing in its digressions - but it never worked. I was always still me.'‘

The amount of stupidity aimed towards this novel by some members (who are unable to spot the difference between Dickens and the latest ‘‘o-so-cool - and superb- and whatnot YA writer) is unimaginable. What does the fact that the main character is ‘‘tall, blonde, thin and rich'' have to do with anything? Are there any new criteria regarding a character's external appearance on which we should determine their literary value? Is there a special measuring tape for problems and their importance and their use as a plot device? So the character is self-absorbed, isn't she?

Well, news flash. We all ARE! Every single creature on this idiotic planet is self-absorbed to various degrees. We are no Jesus Christ or Virgin Mary. We are not pure and innocent. So, I suggest some of us step down from our righteous pink bubble and face reality.

This is a marvellous book with an excellent heroine by an exceptional writer. End of story!