Bet you're thinking it's the perfect piece for handwork. I'm sorry to disappoint you (not really), but it's not, you can't get any form of sexual arousal from this manga. None at all. It's an autobiography, in other words, shitty reality. So don't expect someone dealing with a poor mental health and ongoing depression to suddenly experience a "Last Tango in Paris - lesbian edition". Not gonna happen.
However, there's this whole depth thing that borders on a psychological slice of life. First and foremost, I couldn't believe what I was reading. Rather, I couldn't believe I could relate so much to this Nagata Kabi. That there was a person in this world who was more or less like me.
She happened to have her fall after she dropped out from college, I had mine after I graduated middle school, where I was bullied. She was unable to find other work than part-time and grow up in a responsible adult, so am I. I mean, I had 5 jobs ever since I reached the legal age in here (18), all in a single year. She has/had a complicated relationship with her parents, so do I. I knew I couldn't be the person who suffer most in the world, but I didn't think I'd read about someone who could go through so much of what I've experienced (tho she's much older than me). It just left me rethinking whether should I try and relaunch my own life, seeing Nagata's managed to found some sort of a ray of hope in all of that sea of angst.
Of course, I said too much about myself. It's just I found too much about myself in this person. It's strange. But it's a beautiful story. The art's a bit pinky, but regardless, it's a great manga if you can understand it.
So, I'll give it a 9 and stop my letter here before it becomes too heartfelt and I find myself having another shower of angst.
