Death in Her Hands

This is the second of Moshfegh's books that I read, and while good, it does not grip like her magnum opus My Year of Rest and Relaxation. The writing is still excellent; while Vesta's mind races, the story itself feels slower and leaves you feeling unsettled, in a good way. Vesta is an unreliable narrator, and people morph into the images she creates. You are never sure if she is simply imagining the story or if she truly is being stalked by a killer. The conclusion, of course, is unsatisfying because we don't receive any answers, leaving you wondering what really happened.