It's hard to wrap my head around this book. The whole ordeal is claustrophobic and there is always a sense of dread clinging heavily to every page. As a reader, you have a lingering bad feeling but there is pretty much 'nothing' in particular happening because this book doesn't have that kind of story. And I get it if plenty of people think of it as 'boring', or 'meh'.

It does feel exhausting, not gonna lie.
Like you're always on edge without being given any momentum to let go.

The reader easily becomes sympathetic to the protagonist, Oghi, due to the POV style. I feel his hopes and frustrations and dreams and imaginations of wanting to get better after a traffic accident that leaves him bedridden for a long, long time. But as the narration progresses and I know a lot more about him and the people around him, maybe Oghi is not the person I think he is. Maybe he isn't who he thinks he is, either.

I found one review on Amazon about this book which I truly like, so I'll just going to copy-and-paste it below:

What a clever novel. You're led through the story by a limited third-person point of view-- and I think your ability to grasp the tiny nuances framed oh-so-innocuously by the narrator will hinge on how sensitive you are to picking up on the red flags associated with this type of toxic dynamic. By the end, you will have secondhandedly experienced it, in how you're drawn in to empathize heavily with the protagonist, only to have him reveal hints of sharp details that cut through the initial Nice Guy illusion at the very end...
...There is no explicit villain in the traditional westernized sense because human beings simply are messy and wonderful like that. But there is a central source from which all the drama stems and the blame-shifting is done so subtly that you simply accept it for what it is.

I understand that this is a "good" book.
I just can't give it any star above three because I'm not even sure I 'enjoy' this. "The Hole" page count is only a little above 150 pages, but it sure felt longer than that.