Tongue

Pair this with The Vegetarian, which I read earlier this year, and you'd think Koreans are some kind of messed up when it comes to food and sex.

When a seven year relationship comes to an end Ji-won shutters her cooking school and returns to cook at the Italian restaurant she once worked in. And wallows in her misery - like a lot. We follow her for seven months of pining, tiny betrayals at the hands of her friends, and lots of food.

The food writing is sumptuous but strangely there's no kimchi here. There's no Korean food at all. I liked this quite a bit but it could have benefitted from some editing down to novella length.