Han Kang's The Vegetarian was a vivid and powerful tale of a woman's role in society and familial relations, shown by a contrast in characters Yeong-Hye and In-Hye. Think Kazuo Ishiguro combined with a Ray Bradbury and R.L. Stine crossing. With each act differing greatly from the next, aspects of the novel ranged from sensually creepy, to painfully confused and too aware.  Kang paints a derailment of vegetarianism to a psychosis revolving around nature, all to disguise the true meaning behind this book.  You'd have to delve into it yourself to get the full picture. It was compelling, but I am still unsure of how I feel after the ending.