Chiaki Ichihara is the princely heartthrob all the girls crush on, but she's got a not-so-charming secret: a serious boob fetish! Chiaki is so obsessed with breasts, she can hardly function without copping a feel. To satiate this need (and keep her classmates from finding out), she has enlisted Hana Harumi, whose perfectly sized and shaped bust may just be everything Chiaki's ever wanted...Will their odd partnership bloom into a bosom bond like no other?

Chiaki and her breast friend, Harumi, have landed themselves in a rather precarious position-topless, half nude, and hiding in a locker! If only that were the worst of their troubles...When a classmate learns of Harumi's after-school activities, her sincere advice threatens to break the bosom bond Chiaki and Harumi share!

It’s a flurry of misunderstandings as Chiaki (the petite-sized fiend for large melons) and Touka (the stacked connoisseur of small bosoms) meet at last! When Chiaki spots Touka touching the breasts of a yukata-clad Hana, pangs of envy strike her heart. But is that jealousy about just physical closeness, or is Chiaki feeling something deeper? Could it be not just Hana’s chest that’s special, but also what’s behind it…?

“Bosom” friends Chiaki and Hana continue to grow into their one-of-a-kind friendship. With each passing day (and every secret fondling session), the two learn more about each other, and their relationship flourishes. Yet uncertainty haunts Hana’s thoughts—what if Chiaki finds an even more satisfying set of breasts?! Luckily for Hana, ’tis the season for boob watching at the pool—the ideal time to investigate what exactly Chiaki looks for in a perfect pair…!

The rumored handsome girl, Chiaki's favorite thing is... breasts. "Your breasts are still the best!" "Your greetings are still the worst." So it goes in this wee bit silly, yuri comedy!

Set against the tumultuous political backdrop of late ’60s Chicago, My Favorite Thing Is Monsters is the fictional graphic diary of 10-year-old Karen Reyes, filled with B-movie horror and pulp monster magazines iconography. Karen Reyes tries to solve the murder of her enigmatic upstairs neighbor, Anka Silverberg, a holocaust survivor, while the interconnected stories of those around her unfold. When Karen’s investigation takes us back to Anka’s life in Nazi Germany, the reader discovers how the personal, the political, the past, and the present converge.

A novel that “considers the agency . . . women exert over their bodies and charts the emotional underpinnings of physical changes . . . with humor and empathy” (The New Yorker). On a sweltering summer day, Makiko travels from Osaka to Tokyo, where her sister Natsu lives. She is in the company of her daughter, Midoriko, who has lately grown silent, finding herself unable to voice the vague yet overwhelming pressures associated with adolescence. Over the course of their few days together in the capital, Midoriko’s silence will prove a catalyst for each woman to confront her fears and family secrets. On yet another summer’s day eight years later, Natsu, during a journey back to her native city, confronts her anxieties about growing old alone and childless. Bestselling author Mieko Kawakami mixes stylistic inventiveness and riveting emotional depth to tell a story of contemporary womanhood in Japan. “Took my breath away.” —Haruki Murakami, #1 New York Times–bestselling author The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle “Kawakami lobbed a literary grenade into the fusty, male-dominated world of Japanese fiction with Breast and Eggs.” —The Economist “A sharply observed and heartbreaking portrait of what it means to be a woman.” —TIME “Raw, funny, mundane, heartbreaking.” —The Atlantic “A bracing, feminist exploration of daily life in Japan.” —Entertainment Weekly “Timely feminist themes; strange, surreal prose; and wonderful characters will transcend cultural barriers and enchant readers.” —The New York Observer “Bracing and evocative, tender yet unflinching.” —Publishers Weekly “Kawakami writes with unsettling precision about the body—its discomforts, its appetites, its smells and secretions. And she is especially good at capturing its longings.” —The New York Times Book Review