Some books stay with you not because they offer comfort—but because they stir up chaos within you. The Vegetarian by Han Kang is one such novel. It has been a month since I closed the final page, and I’m still reeling from its absurdity, raw terror, and quiet, piercing madness.
This isn’t a book you simply read. You experience it. And when you do, it leaves you questioning everything—your society, your body, your choices, and even your sanity.