A review by _venus_
The Factory by Hiroko Oyamada

2.5

I thought I’d been giving it everything I had, but what I thought was my everything had no real value. Just look at the way I am now. That’s proof. I don’t want to work. I don’t, but what else am I doing with my life?

This is somehow what I felt while reading The Factory. Am I even getting anywhere with all of these reading?

I felt like I was finally getting somewhere when these weird creature were finally introduced. I think they were good symbolism but I wanted more. I craved for something more meaningful and more impactful. They were just lacking for me. Then, I just felt like one of the characters — miserable, disoriented yet hopeful ( I like to believe so).  Great job to the author for being able to do that tho. 

Like the characters ' tasks — this novel may have not required physical labor but it was surely mentally draining. I was already so tired of everything that the ending couldnt suffice it.