This book seems the type to either be your cup of tea or not; unfortunately for me, it staunchly was not. While I enjoy magical realism and esoteric writing styles, I felt lost in many different ways while reading it. And though I also understand its intent, its vulgarity was just too much for me to handle. If you want to read about shit and piss every other page, then this is the book for you.

Regardless, Chang's prose is genuinely beautiful and reflective, evoking emotions that reflect the state of the characters. I just wish I knew what was going on, and why we needed to talk about feces all the time, but I digress. Might look into her other books for her writing style alone.