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Sobre mi hija by 김혜진

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kate_ka's review against another edition

challenging slow-paced

Strong character development? It's complicated
Loveable characters? No
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

4.0

Die Perspektive finde ich interessant. Fand es aber dadurch, dass ich eher wie die Tochter bin, sehr schwer, mich mit der Erzählerin zu identifizieren. Glaube, es ist ein Buch, das mir mehr und mehr zeigt, je tiefer ich darüber nachdenke.

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sakisreads's review against another edition

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challenging emotional sad medium-paced

Plot- or character-driven? A mix
Strong character development? Yes
Loveable characters? Yes
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? No

4.0

✨ Gifted ✨

This is a book I kept picking up and then changing my mind on, so I was so grateful when my friend bought me a copy 🥹

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I have been very interested in reading Korean literature and recently read ‘Kim Jiyoung, Born 1982’ which was also translated by Jamie Chang (thank you) ❤️

This book also touches upon feminism. I also came to learn more about motherhood and Korean societal pressures to conform.

I really liked Jen and Lane throughout the story, and even Green’s mum warmed me. She thought she had made her mind up but no, people can always change their minds and be more forgiving 🥹

The realisation that Jen’s ‘atypical’ life didn’t equate to being a bad life was so gradual, I think I would’ve missed it 😳

So happy to see queer Korean literature as well 🏳️‍🌈 4 out of 5 stars for me, thank you ✨

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loxeletters's review against another edition

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dark emotional reflective sad tense slow-paced

Plot- or character-driven? Character
Strong character development? It's complicated
Loveable characters? It's complicated
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.0

This book is an exploration of the mind of an elderly woman who has to come to terms with the fact that her daughter is a lesbian. It's not a happy or particularly uplifting book; in fact, the protagonist is (intentionally) frustrating and unlikeable.
A second, big part of the story is that the narrator works as a carer at a nursing home. This way, the theme of accepting other people's differences is connected to the fear of growing old alone, and of dying lonely. Another theme is that of being a person - which is discussed very explicitly in relation to the MC's patients, and implied in the way she refuses to refer to her daughter as anything but that - her daughter. Not a person of her own.
Thirdly, the book discusses capitalism, the gruelling reality of work and alienation, and living on the line to poverty.

As is typical for Korean fiction, the book is quite understated. It does not present a neat solution. The world of this book remains relatively bleak throughout its entirety.

While the ending may be frustrating or unfulfilling to some, I enjoyed the realism of it. The beauty of female relationships shone, even in harrowing conditions. And it serves as a fruitful critique of capitalism and contemporary society.

TW for homophobia and an extremely toxic mother-daughter relationship.

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seulgireads's review against another edition

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reflective sad slow-paced

Plot- or character-driven? Character
Strong character development? Yes
Loveable characters? No
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.0

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rainbowarpaint's review against another edition

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challenging dark emotional reflective tense medium-paced

Plot- or character-driven? Character
Strong character development? Yes
Loveable characters? It's complicated
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

3.0

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lolasherwin's review against another edition

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challenging emotional hopeful sad fast-paced

Plot- or character-driven? Character
Strong character development? It's complicated
Loveable characters? It's complicated
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.25

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seanamcphie's review against another edition

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reflective tense medium-paced

Plot- or character-driven? Character
Strong character development? It's complicated
Loveable characters? No
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.0

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codecat's review against another edition

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emotional reflective slow-paced

Plot- or character-driven? Character
Strong character development? It's complicated
Loveable characters? It's complicated
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.5

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lidia7's review against another edition

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emotional reflective sad tense medium-paced

Plot- or character-driven? Character
Strong character development? It's complicated
Loveable characters? It's complicated
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

hard to read at times because of the subject matter but i loved this author's insight and writing style. i'll include some of the quotes i highlighted

Labor without end. The thought that no one can save me from this exhausting work. Concern over what will happen when the moment comes when I cannot work anymore. In other words, what worries me isn’t death, but life. I must do whatever needs to be done to withstand this suffocating uncertainty that will be with me for as long as I am living. I learned this too late. Perhaps this is not about aging. Maybe it’s the malady of the times, as people say. Our times. This generation. Naturally, I am reminded of my daughter again. We have arrived at this point, her in her mid-thirties, me past seventy. And the world that she will reach, that I won’t be around for – what will it look like? Better than this? Or more relentless?

In this way, I refer to Jen without naming her. A woman growing old in confined, suffocating solitude. A pitiful, unfortunate person who must face the dusk of her life alone after wasting her youth and every last drop of herself on others, society, and other equally grand things. The thought of my daughter meeting the same fate as Jen is enough to stop my heart.

No one likes it when someone makes a sharp observation and takes it upon themselves to spell it out. I was born and raised in this culture where the polite thing to do is to turn a blind eye and keep your mouth shut, and now I’ve grown old in it. So why am I suddenly seeing these things as if for the first time at this point in my life? When I’ve already spent a lifetime going along with it and not saying a word? Why make such a big deal out of this?

How do I explain that I see myself in that woman whose wrists and ankles are bound? How do I articulate such a vivid premonition? Is it her fault that she has nothing and no one? Am I seeing myself in her because I’ve given up hope of depending on my daughter in old age? Will I – and even my daughter – likewise find ourselves punished by a rude, wretched wait for death at the end of our interminable lives? How far will I go to avoid that?

Why is my heart always on tiptoes on the lookout for possible things to fear on the horizon?

I want to sit my bottom down. I want to lie comfortably, wherever that may be, take a few deep breaths, and calm myself down. Go somewhere away from here and watch this scene like the evening news. That things happened in that place, I want to observe from a distance like someone who has nothing to do with it. But it’s getting harder to do. The people around me and a certain world keeps pushing me to the center and forces me to stand right in the middle of it.

The activity we call work these days is ruined and depraved. It has been a long time since it lost the ability to imbue a person with a sense of fulfillment and pride as it did to for our generation. People are no longer masters of their work, but slaves that must stay on their toes in order not to be pushed out and ignored.

So I cannot talk like the people standing on the other side anymore. I mustn’t. I cannot tell these kids to stay hidden, order them to keep silent, go through life as inconspicuously as the dead, or just go and die. I cannot stand on the side with people who say such things. But this realization doesn’t mean I understand these kids perfectly. So then, where do I stand? Where should I stand?

I feel for these kids. I feel sad and sorry for them. In that sense, I am no different from the many passers-by over there who stop for a moment out of curiosity and continue on their way.

But maybe what lies ahead is a life of endless fights and tolerance.
Will I be able to take such a life? Will I get through it?
When I ask myself this question, I see the face of an old woman wearing a stubborn, intractable expression and shaking her head. I close my eyes again. In any case, now is the time for sleep. When I wake up, I will have the energy to get through the next bit of life ahead of me. I am not thinking about what’s coming far off in the future, but what I face now. I think to myself that I will only think about what needs to be done today and get it done without incident. All I can do is believe that I will make it through the long stretch of tomorrows.

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rachjy's review against another edition

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challenging emotional reflective sad fast-paced

Plot- or character-driven? Character
Strong character development? It's complicated
Loveable characters? It's complicated
Diverse cast of characters? Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

4.25

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