Redondo wrote this book to prove that she is not just a crime novelist, but a writer of existential dread. The prose here is sharper, more fragmented. You can feel the influence of Shirley Jackson and Patricia Highsmith, but filtered through a distinctly modern Spanish lens. To give you a sense of the atmosphere, here is a paraphrased sentiment from the opening story: "She was awake because she had chosen to be. In the silence of 3:00 AM, the dead finally speak clearly, and the living cannot afford to miss a single word." Final Verdict: Should You Read It? Read this book if: You love psychological horror that leaves bruises instead of scars. If you enjoyed The Haunting of Hill House (the Netflix series more than the book) or the films of Kiyoshi Kurosawa. If you believe that the most terrifying phrase in any language is not "I see you" but "I know what you did."

Why name a horror collection after a liver condition? Because Redondo is obsessed with the organic, the internal, the poison that builds silently inside us. NASH is a disease of accumulation; it doesn’t strike like a knife, but like a slow, metabolic betrayal. Similarly, the horror in these stories isn't an external event—it is a toxin that the characters have been feeding themselves for years: guilt, denial, rage, and grief. As the title suggests, the protagonists of these short stories are almost exclusively women. But these are not victims. They are the vigilantes of the emotional underworld.

The women in Las que no duermen are insomniacs, but not by medical accident. They refuse to sleep because sleep is a surrender of control. In stories like “El armario de los espejos” (The Cabinet of Mirrors) and “El final del adiós” (The End of the Goodbye), Redondo explores the liminal space between midnight and dawn—the hour where repressed memories float to the surface.

Here is a deep dive into the shadows of Redondo’s overlooked gem. First, let’s address the acronym. While the subtitle reads “The Women Who Don’t Sleep,” the “NASH” in the title is not a name but a medical term. In the context of the book, it stands for Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatitis —a severe form of fatty liver disease.

You’re just one of the women who don’t sleep.