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(Series review, rather than just the volume itself)
There are so few pieces of media I have experienced that are as profoundly empathetic and kind to the sheer act of living, and what it means to be a human being. In the same way that Asa lacks another word to describe her loneliness. In the same way that the love we have for the people in our lives is indescribable with anything but. In the same way that the pain, and hurt, and sadness we feel is tangibly our own. Ikoku Nikki, in that very same way, finds its own wonderful verbiage to string together a tapestry of the lives of people from all walks of life, and gives voice to the things they continue to grapple with. It's the way the series consistently puts into abstract notations, that it's okay to feel what we do. It's okay to love what we love. It's okay to be sad, be happy, be mean, be rowdy, feel anything we want to feel because all of those things are for our lonesome to feel and no one can take that way.
"Empowering", "Profound", "Empathetic", "Kind", "Beautiful", "Warmth". Whatever I seem to write about this work seems to contain my thoughts jumbled together within this same set of adjectives and verbs. Maybe there are more ostentatious, more proper ways to describe what Ikoku Nikki means to me. But maybe it doesn't matter. These words. These characters. These ineffable moments strewn throughout these 11 volumes. What they made me feel, is mine and mine alone to know.
(Series review, rather than just the volume itself)
There are so few pieces of media I have experienced that are as profoundly empathetic and kind to the sheer act of living, and what it means to be a human being. In the same way that Asa lacks another word to describe her loneliness. In the same way that the love we have for the people in our lives is indescribable with anything but. In the same way that the pain, and hurt, and sadness we feel is tangibly our own. Ikoku Nikki, in that very same way, finds its own wonderful verbiage to string together a tapestry of the lives of people from all walks of life, and gives voice to the things they continue to grapple with. It's the way the series consistently puts into abstract notations, that it's okay to feel what we do. It's okay to love what we love. It's okay to be sad, be happy, be mean, be rowdy, feel anything we want to feel because all of those things are for our lonesome to feel and no one can take that way.
"Empowering", "Profound", "Empathetic", "Kind", "Beautiful", "Warmth". Whatever I seem to write about this work seems to contain my thoughts jumbled together within this same set of adjectives and verbs. Maybe there are more ostentatious, more proper ways to describe what Ikoku Nikki means to me. But maybe it doesn't matter. These words. These characters. These ineffable moments strewn throughout these 11 volumes. What they made me feel, is mine and mine alone to know.