After being locked in my home for months on end, it’s hard to imagine someone doing this by CHOICE. In My Year of Rest and Relaxation,the privileged, beautiful, and unnamed narrator decides to take a year off by staying in her Upper East Side apartment and sleeping. I read this book back in 2018, and it was quite possibly the oddest, most ridiculous novel I’ve ever come across (it clearly stuck with me as one of my favorites). But underneath the oddity, this book offers a tender look at someone grappling with grief and depression.