I did not like this book. There's no like, technical flaw, but it was really not for me. I would have enjoyed this a lot more if it was a sci-fi psychological horror/thriller, but it is instead literary fiction and it drove me absolutely bonkers. 

Why? Because nothing happened. The whole book. Literally everything you need to know is in the summary. Once you've read the summary, you can pack up, go home. No need to read it because nothing new is going to show up. 

I already generally don't like books that flip flop between two time periods for dramatic effect (generally I end up preferring one POV which makes the other POV a slog to read by virtue of not being the one I like), and not only was this textbook flip-flopping, the whole mundane literary flashback ruminations of the present day portions just didn't do it for me. Okay, you sliced a lemon. Okay, you're shitty to your friend. Okay, you have unresolved trauma about your mom's death. Nothing gets adressed! Literally the only closure is the bit that's talked about in the summary. I sat through the whole book waiting and waiting and waiting and nothing happened except pointed metaphorical flashbacks and mundane tasks and light pop culture references, all to create the literary atmosphere. This should have been a short story. There was not enough content to be a whole novel, especially because all of the bits touched on in the literary ruminations portions were wholly unresolved. Miri never actually makes progress with her friend, or does anything meaningful about her feelings about her mom. 

Drove me bonkers, clearly. If you like literary fiction books like what I've described, certainly go for it, but I really would have preferred the concept to be part of an emotional thriller.