Just finished reading The Territory of Light by Yuko Tsushima.
The struggle is so real — a mother separated from her husband, fighting to hold herself together while raising her child alone. The weight of her solitude, frustration, and quiet desperation is massive. Her unhinged rant? Deep, raw, and painfully human.
A quiet storm of a book. Hmm ice coffee ?
“I was afraid of my child; that fear, which I could still feel inside me, was all I knew. Here was I, a mother trying to take her child’s father from her. A mother who, for no good reason was pulling her child over to her own side at the father’s expense.”
“Maybe some part of me wished my daughter dead crossed my mind”
“The moment when she separated herself from me was a palpable relief”
“I longed to have my own old life back. But there was no going back now nor any way out. What I’d failed to see so far, it turned out, was my own cruelty”
