I read a book where the main character tried to sleep for a year. I need more like this.

So I just finished *My Year of Rest and Relaxation* and I’m still reeling. It’s not a book—it’s like a really good fever dream. I’ve been on this weird kick of reading protagonists who are emotionally… disengaged. Think of the woman in *Convenience Store Woman* who’s content being the most unremarkable person in a convenience store, or Esther in *The Bell Jar* quietly unraveling while everyone else seems to be moving forward. I’m looking for more stories like these—books where the main character isn’t necessarily sad, but also not *with it*. They’re just… there. Living in their own head, making strange choices to survive the noise. If you’ve read something that feels like a quiet scream buried in a diary, I need it.