While the novel centers on the desire to give birth to a child, it is just as much about self-rebirth, the search for identity, and the complexities of relationships. Some plot points feel a bit too convenient, but overall, the story flows naturally. If you have an appreciation for Buddhist philosophy, you’ll likely connect with it even more. But even if you don’t—like me—you’ll still find something meaningful in it, especially if you've ever felt torn between different versions of yourself, dreamed of being an artist while working as a lawyer, or seen yourself as a hippy yet struggled to break away from certain ethical constraints.
Finishing this novel felt like being hollowed out—which, I suppose, means it’s a good one.
Fuzhen's first fiction, kind of describe the contemporary Chinese who are in between of China and outside. And the true facts about the costs of women being pregnancy.