This novel was beautiful, beautiful in a way that describes the pain and anger one might go through, and how all the hurt and pain can accumulate into fire. Consequently, this fire may break oneself, or it may be used like a stone to break “a thunderstorm”. Then let it go.
Mei is of mixed descent with Chinese ancestry. She is also trans. Being the only Asian, albeit half white, in a town in Canada, Mei by default experiences racism. What causes more pain to Mei, however, is her mother not being accepting of her being trans. She has Annette and Connie, other Asian trans women whom she befriends, and her older cousin Sandy. However, Mei has to grapple with grief as Sandy passes away and she is to live in his now empty house. Leaving her life behind (and her friends), she sets out to the small town where her cousin lived and discovers more of his life and also her aunt’s (Sandy’s mother). She learns about the intergenerational relationships and queerness running through her family whilst dealing with loss, grief, and isolation, and to break this hopelessness pattern.
Sidenote: This book really has been to places with me, from the Netherlands all the way to Korea, and finally being read and finishing the book by these enthralling waterfalls where I am as of writing this. It’s safe to say this book holds a special place in me, somewhere.