Pachinko follows four generations of a Korean family navigating identity, survival, and discrimination in Japan. I loved it for how it wove the personal into the political, showing the quiet strength of people making impossible choices. It made me think about legacy, shame, and what we pass down, intentionally or not. Like Pachinko, The Spoon and the Sea explores exile, belonging, and what it means to carry the burden of history through fractured family lines. Both novels offer sweeping timelines grounded in intimate, emotional moments that echo through time.
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