My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Otessa Mosfegh

I had heard so much about this book for quite some time so I grabbed it when it was available at the Croton Library.  I read it quickly but I can't use the word "enjoy." The main character was so dysfunctional that I found it hard to like her or even feel much empathy.  I ask myself why.  I am not sure I have the answer,
I just finished A Ladder to the Sky about an amazingly horrid person, but somehow, that was tongue-in-cheek, or ironic. At least to me. (My husband is reading the Boyne book now and is so disturbed by the characters in Ladder to the Sk".).
Goes to show that reading is very subjective - obviously.  It does stir my curiosity; I ask myself why could I read the Boyne book and NOT hate the characters, but read another book about a person who I SHOULD sympathize with, but I don't.
I am glad that I read it and I think I will try another of her novels.  I just read a review in The Guardian that helps me understand Moshfegh a little better.  I'll give her another chance and read Eileen.