A book was picked out for me by my dad as a birthday gift. It was entirely due to the fact that he thought there was a hilariously irony in buying his vegan daughter a novel entitled “my year of meat” lol. But, you know what? For once, I’m actually glad for that terrible sense of humour that somehow innately exists within every father because I really, really, really loved this book!
Primarily, I thought the plot was so wonderfully crafted. The book explores the stories of two women, Jane and Akiko. They are living in different continents and yet experiencing grief, problems with fertility, self-discovery and moral dilemmas in parallel. The threads of their lives are delicately intertwined to weave an intimate portrayal of what it means to be a woman. This is all laid out against the wider morality of the meat industry, exploitation, corporate sponsorships, the power of truth and the responsibility the media has to deliver a message to its viewers. The latter is illustrated through the lens of Akiko, who is able to take hold of her own life, desires and sexuality as a result of engaging with Jane’s documentarian work.
The storytelling was just so precise and crisp. It did an amazing job at carrying the dark and heavier aspects of the story, allowing the resulting morals to be delivered with overarching warmth and grace. It made me think deeply about many aspects of life and society, and it also touched my heart with the characters' emotions and experiences. This book is truly a gem that I will cherish and recommend to others.