"This rare, arresting book asks the reader to hold a pair of lovers close. A beautiful, intelligent portrait of estrangement and intimacy." —Chatelaine
"You Are Eating an Orange. You Are Naked. shines in the way it challenges 'classic' (read: European) notions of form and structure. The book is told in the second person, defying the more commonly used first- or third-person perspectives, to put the reader—no matter your background—inside the narrator's lived experienced." —Hamilton Review of Books
"This is a conversational novel, yet Sheung-King is equally interested in all the places language can't reach. Through his precise prose, he conjures the inarticulable emotions of longing and heartbreak. If you have ever been young and in love, this book will transport you there again." —Vancouver Sun
"But do yourself a favour... and start reading this book; prepare to reread when you realize with dismay that it's just too damn short." —The Ormsby Review
"Love can be chaotic and Sheung-King demonstrates this in startling and powerful passages that remind you of the fragility of the human heart and the yearning to be loved. His approach to the universal question of what would you do for love is handled with an astounding freshness." —The Miramichi Reader
"In a cruel paradox for writers who are just trying to recount their lives, the tropes of diasporic lit have made it nearly impossible to write about belonging without also placing whiteness at the center of attention—the tropes exist because stories that do this are regularly rewarded with publication. But You Are Eating an Orange. You Are Naked. sidesteps this trap all together: It is bored by Western approval." —The Nation
"You Are Eating an Orange. You Are Naked. is like Sally Rooney's Normal People but for transnational millennials always on the move, at home nowhere and everywhere at once. A refreshing, innovative debut that isn't afraid to challenge every trope we know—about life and fiction itself." —The Humber Literary Review
