A review by hostile
Daughters of the New Year by E.M. Tran

Did not finish book.

It felt like it was just hitting all the diaspora lit beats with added ghosts (which is a diaspora lit beat it its own right) I really don't like feeling like I am having myself explained to myself. Or feel like I am being looked at from the perspective of a tour guide. That and it feels like watching someone trying to prove that they exist to an audience that doesn't want them to be complicated (you know like a human being) so they lean on existing easily understandable narratives about themself lest said audience starts to feel guilty about doing war crimes to their family. Or we fall out of model minority favor. Which is an all around exhausting and painful experience and I don't really think that's the point being made.