Devoured this one in a few days and it left me strangely unfulfilled. The tone of the two stories inside was inscrutable and had me actively wonder if the translation suffered or if it was really written like that. Prose is stilted at times and flows beautifully the next, felt moreso in Kitchen and less so in Moonlight Shadow. I was initially sold on this book for its citation as a trans narrative involving motherhood, but the one trans character dies as suddenly as she appears. All the while others, even her son, constantly reiterate how she's "actually a man!" Her role, and the role of motherhood, wind up extremely minor as it centers a blossoming romance between two adult now-orphans. It's fine, just not what I expected.