In MYORAR, our narrator decides to sleep for a year in hopes of waking up transformed. She has a negligent doctor, poor connections with people, and an unhealthy relationship with herself. What I relate to the most is this inextinguishable feeling of sadness and desperation for a rebirth that is present throughout the novel. Apart from it reminding me of how lucky I am to be alive with supportive family and friends, and a responsible doctor; the book didn't leave me gasping for wonder like what I expected it to be. I loved the sardonic dialogue, I loved Reva; but there was something lacking. Its depiction of mental health was great though - the laziness, the toxic spending habits, these were all just too real and I found myself laughing at these parts.

On the surface, this book is about a privileged pretty girl sleeping her way through life but on a deeper level I think it is about a girl just wanting to process her grief and trauma which has created this withdrawn, petty, and selfish person. For her, drastic measures are the solution to her problems.