my first han kang, and i love her prose. it melts into the atmosphere that this book creates, full of longing and the bittersweet feeling the winter gives you. the two main characters are suffering from a lack of increasing lack of senses, and throughout the book there’s a feeling of bereftness that infuses the reader too. i’m not particularly a fan of this type of writing, nor the ambiguous ending, but i did very much enjoy this book and look forward to reading more of han kang’s work.