Not the book to read when you wake up at 9 AM on Monday, snoozing your 5 AM alarm eighteen times, late for work and late on work that you've stressed out about all weekend, doing fuck all in bed next to your laptop. It did distract me very successfully for about 3 hours, and as soon as I finished it I received a message from my boss gently (for now) asking where I was and why I hadn't sent my deck of slides on Friday.

I don't have the same issues as the pretty, tall, blond and unemployed heroine, but still, the novel was perfectly relatable. The heroine wants to awake anew, like a butterfly, from drug-induced hibernation, free from the past, free from obligations, free from being herself and hearing her own insufferable internal monologue. Isn't this the drive behind mindfulness retreats, music, personal development books, therapy and confession, watching a good movie or reading a great novel, putting off sleep for days anxiously and finally letting yourself doze off? The last one is the best one, because sleep really is utter bliss. And, waking up - either from a year of synthetic drowsiness or from one lethargic weekend - you realize that it didn't matter. Life is moving on peacefully, one day at the time, for the people courageous enough to live.