I am not entirely sure why this book is tagged horror in most reviews and discourses, or maybe my understanding og such genre is limited at the moment for I personally did not associate it with horror while reading it. 

This is the character discovery of Yeong-Hye from the eyes of other people as she unravels in front of them. How each one of them see her as an inconvenience, as an object of desire, as an artpiece, as a responsibility, as a victim. As parts ot Yeong-Hye are opened up infront of me, I felt more and more uncomfortable and stunned by what she has endured and as you realise that at some point something inside her broke and she stopped enduring. She suffered and tried to not suffer, but having no control of her life, she couldn't escape suffering for a long time. You realise that although she spoke little, when she did, she clearly communicated what she needed, but those words weren't heard. 

The understanding of the characters of the narrators is also constantly being discovered as you read chapters in their voices and also see the others from their eyes. 

I think this book has tried to say so much about the society, about the insides of people's minds, about traumas and sufferings of long ago that stay with us, about the sheer impossibility of understanding what exactly is going on inside someone else. 

Flashes of this story are going to keep coming to me for a long time.