THE LIBERATORS by EJ Koh is a compact but powerful novel that spans generations, continents, and voices encompassing significant moments in the historTHE LIBERATORS by EJ Koh is a compact but powerful novel that spans generations, continents, and voices encompassing significant moments in the history of one family and one nation. And it all starts with a widower and father named Yohan. It is 1980 and amidst the civil unrest against the military government, his daughter, Insuk decides to get married. After Insuk and Sungho get married, they immigrate to San Jose, California with their infant son and Sungho’s mother, and eventually move again and settle in Tacoma, Washington. Through the lens of this family, Koh explores national tragedies like the Gwangju Massacre and the Sewol ferry accident, their lasting effect on the Korean diaspora; and delivers a sweeping saga in just 240 pages that has easily become one of my favorite books of the year.
The more I sat with this book, the move I yearned for it. I kept reaching back for it, turning to a random page and reading it. And every time I reread a line, a paragraph, a page, I discovered something new, something more. More connections, more spaces, more truths—more reasons why this book should be savored, slowly. Koh’s writing is both incredibly intimate and purposefully restrained. Her ability to describe the smallest detail of a single scene evoked vivid memories that felt like my own and left me breathless, time and time again. Koh draws us in close, but also offers the reader trust and space to draw their own conclusions. She doesn’t tell us what we should think or feel, but instead presents us with different and specific perspectives that shape the narrative and history of this Korean family.
Koh has talked about being introduced to magnanimity by a former poetry teacher, and how that shift in language is what makes a poem, a poem. She brings the same philosophy into her prose. With turns of phrases and paragraphs as well as turns of characters and stories, Koh took me on a journey that was both familiar and unexpected.
The relationship between Insuk, and her mother-in-law, Huran, in particular was a familiar one. If you’re Korean, you know that filial piety is one of the most important pillars of our culture and thus, having and setting boundaries between parent and child is unheard of. So while some of the actions and behavior taken by Huran are questionable to say the least, it isn’t unbelievable. When we are shown the different textures to Huran’s character, I understood her and appreciated the relationship she had with Insuk, and how they both evolved over time—their lives interlaced and entangled with one another. That is how I felt with all the characters, their lives inexplicably linked, touched by 인년 (fate), and forever changed. Their collective feelings of loss, grief and longing were and still are emotions that I, along with so many other Korean diaspora, know intimately and deeply.
And because of that familiarity, I found the perspectives of a few unlikely characters (a prison guard, a flight attendant, and a dog, to name a few), unexpected but quite memorable. It wasn’t until the end and even still long after I’ve finished the book did I fully grasp the significance of these narratives. Instead of taking away from the story, I saw the weaving of these voices as essential in serving a larger purpose—they were different perspectives that pushed us, the readers, to think differently about the stories that we inherited and the truths that we held. It challenged me. And I think this is where Koh’s brilliance truly shines. These unexpected perspectives through the author’s spare prose offered me a chance to understand, to empathize, and most importantly, to question.
It was a gift I didn’t know I needed.
Reading this book about liberation and different “sides” of a story during these fraught times when active colonization, censorship and propaganda is taking place felt… surreal. I just kept thinking that we’ve seen this before, over and over again. And we have. We are seeing it now. And more of a reason why this book was so incredibly moving for me. It demanded that I exercise my critical thinking and empathy to reframe my perspective. And it reminded me that none of us are free until we are all free.
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Cam returns home to Houston after the tragic death of his partner, Kai. There, he runs into this childhood best friend, TJ, while he tries to pick up Cam returns home to Houston after the tragic death of his partner, Kai. There, he runs into this childhood best friend, TJ, while he tries to pick up the pieces of his life. Faced with reconciling his past life and past relationships in the midst of a loss, Cam copes with his grief through his sex and drugs, a slow self-destruction.
FAMILY MEAL is Bryan Washington’s most recent published novel, and my favorite of his works so far. His writing s beautiful as ever, but I thought in this case, more mature and restrained. Similar to MEMORIAL, Washington brings multiple POVs to provide depth and context to his characters. Full of heavy themes, there is a quiet devastation that is carried throughout the entirety of the book. And while that devastation is palpable, it is not romanticized. Instead, Washington writes these characters, broken and reckless humans, with a tenderness that I wish we would allow ourselves and each other.
Yes, this book is heavy, but there is so much love inside these pages. Love that is found in silence, in company, in forgiveness, and in food. Food, a constant tether to home and family throughout the book, is always a theme I relate to deeply. Food is the language of love, and it is one that I share with my mother. My mother would agree that “cooking is care”, that the mere act of cooking for someone is an act of love. Washington does a beautiful job of referencing food, how they relate to memories, and how all those memories shape our characters, Cam, Kai and TJ.
Oh, and the last line of the book—as a Korean, this has been and still remains the epitome of love.
Even though I’ve read both of Washington’s previous works (enjoyed LOT, loved MEMORIAL), it wasn’t until FAMILY MEAL did I realize how much I truly adore his writing. Truly, one of the best books I read this year.
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The spectacle of gladiator battles goes back centuries. This dichotomy of violence and entertainment, this fascination with human mortality, even predThe spectacle of gladiator battles goes back centuries. This dichotomy of violence and entertainment, this fascination with human mortality, even predates the Roman gladiator games. There is a reason why shows like Squid Games and violent sports like, dare I say, football, draw crowds. Apparently, we can’t look away.
And in CHAIN-GANG ALL-STARS, hard action sports is the new gladiator games. In a distant future, America has turned its private prison industry into entertainment where incarcerated wards compete in death-matches for a chance at freedom. In addition to these bloody matches, there’s also a constant feed documenting the lives of these prisoners, also known as Links, into curated episodes for the public. Inundated with advertising and product placements, this often staged content is reality tv at its best and worst. Best because of viewership ratings it produces due to the immense popularity of Loretta Thurwar and Tamara “Hurricane Staxxx” Stacker, two of the biggest stars of Chain-Gang. And worst because of the very same reasons, because the popularity is a direct reflection of not only America’s complacency but outright disgusting appetite for violence at the cost of Black lives.
Adjei-Brenyah does an astounding job of injecting humanity into this hyper-exposed and sensory-numbing experience that is the CAPE (Criminal Action Penal Entertainment) program. I found myself rooting for my favorite Links and feeling outraged on their behalf when things didn’t go their way. I wanted to know why they were in the system, who they were before they got in, and who they became after. I wanted to see them destroy their opponent and desperately wished to see them “high freed”. I couldn’t look away. And that is when I realized what I had become: an active participant and consumer of this gruesome sport.
But how could I not, when Adjei-Brenyah writes combat scenes with such vivid and intentional imagery. How can I turn away from the Links when he makes it so easy to fall in love with them? But as I was entertained, I was also enraged. While his prose charmed, Adjei-Brenyah’s footnotes jolted me back to reality, reminding me to look behind the curtain.
This book is full of satire and criticisms about the U.S. penal system, systemic racism, capitalism, and the toxicity of parasocial relationships. But Adjei-Brenyah doesn’t preach or reprimand. Instead he extends an invitation to watch, participate, and when our amusement turns into horror, to seize an opportunity to recognize and rectify our complicity. And I invite you, no, implore you to join.
If you couldn’t tell, I absolutely loved this one. I alternated between the print and audio, and that made it such an enriching experience for me. I’m still thinking about this one and I’ll definitely be thinking about the ending for quite some time.
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I love graphic novels and I usually really enjoy them because of my affinity towards the genre. But, there comes a time when a graphic novel comes my I love graphic novels and I usually really enjoy them because of my affinity towards the genre. But, there comes a time when a graphic novel comes my way that I find truly special. IF YOU’LL HAVE ME was that special book that I know I will recommend to anyone and everyone. It is one of the cutest and heartwarming story I’ve come across in a long time.
Momo is a bit shy, sometimes too nice, and has never had a girlfriend. When she meets PG, a girl who is cool and has a reputation on campus of being a player, Momo can’t help but be immediately drawn to her. With their opposite personalities, the two strike up a friendship/courtship that gets put to the test.
This sapphic romance was EVERYTHING. It made my tired, cold heart cry happy tears. If you loved HEARSTOPPER, you’ll love this one for sure. In my opinion, it was even better because of the representation. The artwork was stunning and I loved that the storytelling was centered around the romance.
This was the epitome of sapphic joy, and I implore you to preorder this one. You won’t regret it, especially if you need some extra joy in your life. It is the perfect read to warm you this Fall season. (Okay, I know it was 90 degrees today in SoCal, but you know you have the AC blasting to read with a blanket on any way.)
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JAMES by Percival Everett was the book I didn’t know I needed. Back in August of 2023, I was in the middle of eight books and floundering, my anxiety JAMES by Percival Everett was the book I didn’t know I needed. Back in August of 2023, I was in the middle of eight books and floundering, my anxiety and mental health was plunging me deeper and deeper into a reading slump. Desperate to find something that would grip me and keep my anxiety at bay. It wasn’t until I picked up JAMES, on a whim really, that I felt my fog clear. It is a book that six months later, I still consider one of the best books I read last year. Maybe, even ever.
To say JAMES is a retelling of THE ADVENTURES OF HUCKLEBERRY FINN would not only be inaccurate, but would be doing this book a huge disservice. Because this book is so much more than that. It follows the same plot points from the classic—James and Huck escape together on a raft down the river and they encounter many dangers of getting found and captured. But in JAMES, this is all told from the perspective of Jim the slave, or rather as he would prefer to be called, James. And what Everett does with James is nothing short of a masterpiece.
Instead of a retelling or reimagining, this is a reframing of a classic story. It is reframed to bring to light an urgent story that needed to be told: James’ story. As a slave, James performs—speaking and behaving the way the white people expect, and teaching slave children to do so same. Because he knows they “must let the whites be the ones who name the trouble” since “they need to know everything before us”—a fact, if ignored, can have deadly consequences. So, James performs. He performs as he feigns gratitude to his slavers, as he talks “slave”, and as he plays dumb in many situations. He performs so that he can live and set him and his family free. But in reality, James is articulate, eloquent, and smarter than many of the “whites” he encounter.
With extraordinary skill, Everett delivers irony, humor, and wit to an old classic, especially in the second half of the book. This book will infuriate you but will also make you laugh out loud. And the ending! The ending was absolutely brilliant. I imagine purists would have issues with this ending, but I thought it was not only smart, but necessary. Necessary in providing agency and power into the hands of James.
This was my first Everett and I am so mad at myself that I didn’t read him earlier. What a fool I was. But a fool no longer I will be. Everett has easily become an auto-buy author for me. If there is ONE book I get you need to preorder and read for 2024, let it be this one.
It was nearly perfect, in my opinion.
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In THE HIVE AND THE HONEY, Paul Yoon explores the lives of the Korean diaspora spanning centuries and countries in seven stories. A man recently releaIn THE HIVE AND THE HONEY, Paul Yoon explores the lives of the Korean diaspora spanning centuries and countries in seven stories. A man recently released from prison starts a new life in upstate New York. In 17th century Japan, a samurai escorts a Korean orphan to his countrymen. A couple, children of North Korean defectors, run a small shop in London. A woman living in Barcelona is tasked to spy on a boxer from the Soviet Union who may or may not be her son. These are just some of the characters we meet in these stories—different and unique, but all searching for a piece of home.
Having read two of his previous works (SNOW HUNTERS and RUN ME TO EARTH), I knew what I was getting into and was ready for Yoon’s poetic and quiet prose. But, I was not expecting to feel so emotionally invested in every single story. Yoon’s writing, powerful in its minimalism, is absolutely stunning. My mind was filled with beautiful imagery and my heart with deep longing. I mentioned that the author’s writing is quiet and it is, but its effect is explosive. These stories bring to life Korean diaspora experiences that I have personally never read about. And, while this is a work of fiction, I know Yoon brings his own family history into these pages and I am so grateful for it. This book reminded and reaffirmed that Korea’s long history, one that has seen war, occupation, and displacement of its people, is shared and experienced widely, deeply by Koreans all over the world. Being part of the Korean disapora, reading this, I felt myself transform like the moon that “fell and shattered” and then rebuilt itself in the story titled “Valley of the Moon”. And, I think that is the essence of this collection—a waning, a loss, and then a revival.
These stories are unmistakably distinct, but all share the same quality in tone and themes of displacement, inheritance of trauma and resilience for survival. And these stories continue to haunt me, it leaves me wondering and yearning to know more about so many of my people who have been displaced, separated, broken, lost, that continue to persevere, fight, search for belonging and a home.
I know this book won’t be for everyone. And it doesn’t have to be. But, it was so incredibly profound for me, and honestly, that’s all that matters.
What an incredible collection.
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In Exodus 3:8, God promises the Israelites a “land flowing with milk and honey”, a land of abundance and fertility.
In C Pam Zhang’s LAND OF MILK AND HIn Exodus 3:8, God promises the Israelites a “land flowing with milk and honey”, a land of abundance and fertility.
In C Pam Zhang’s LAND OF MILK AND HONEY, a smog has settled over the world causing a food shortage and the downfall of biodiversity. Living off of bean flour and submerged in smog, the world has turned endlessly gray. And our narrator, a chef stranded in England and longing to see green, applies for a private chef position in a remote, elite mountaintop community in Italy. There, she is reacquainted with the world she once knew and has been desperately longing for—the crispness of clear air, the green of parsley, the flesh of a ripe strawberry, whipped butter, blades of grass.
Soon after her trial period ends and she is offered the full-time position, our narrator realizes the job is more than just cooking. There is a reason she was chosen. Her willingness to “faithfully perform any task within reason, and with dignity” is put to the test. And that task is to assume the role of the employer’s wife, Eun Young, who left the employer and his twenty-something daughter.
When she accepts this role, and it is definitely a role she has to play, she does what is expected of her. She dons Eun Young’s white clothes and adopts her part as a quiet, Asian woman. But to her bewilderment and reluctance, she also has to emulate Eun Young’s religious fervor. And in their mountain colony in Italy, this display of faith is what, ironically, secures funding for scientific research to continue the colony’s decadent and lavish ways. To keep the land flowing with milk and honey, with wild carrots and stone fruit, with Berkshire pork and apples, with pandas and gold chimps. For the uber rich residents of this colony, her piety is a refuge, a beacon. She becomes a listener of stories, an absolver of guilt. She becomes their poster child of divinity, the truth of her faith irrelevant.
As this was my first novel by Zhang, it took me a bit to get used to her distinct, rhythmic writing. I also wasn’t sure where this story would take me. I was skeptical and worried about the oncoming disappointment of another dystopian novel riddled with dread. But reading this was… sensual and beautiful. And the ending was perfect. It won me over and turned this nervous reader into a full believer. I loved it so much. . This book won’t be for everyone. I know it won’t. But, it blew me away.
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Warning, this one is going to be long so I’m just going to jump right into it.
Written in three parts, in BITING THE HAND Lee breaks down and examines Warning, this one is going to be long so I’m just going to jump right into it.
Written in three parts, in BITING THE HAND Lee breaks down and examines her identity of being Korean American growing up in a world built on racial hierarchy.
In “Rage”, the author recounts her and her family’s trauma from the Korean War and the racism they encounter living in the U.S. And as Lee writes about how inherited trauma is passed down in nonverbal ways, I recognize too easily the markers of han (한) and more specifically to Korean women, hwa-byung (anger or fire disease). Both of which I can say I have inherited and often times, embodied without knowing why. The “hoarding of plastic bags and the aversion to waste” is one innocuous trait that I, and I believe most second-generation Korean-Americans, have inherited. But the inability to talk about our rage, trauma and grief is the more sinister and damaging trait that has been pervasive in my life.
Lee writes that her family, much like mine, came here to forget the war and to start over. Our families did not know about this country’s history, only acutely aware of their own. And therefore the 1992 LA Uprising became the “collision of two historical traumas”, of the Black Americans with centuries of oppression and of the Korean immigrants with centuries of subjugation. I was much younger than Lee then, but it affected me and my family in profound, life-changing ways, just the same. The entire chapter about 1992 LA Uprising was difficult for me to read, but a seamless segue into the second part of the book, “Shame.”
In “Shame”, Lee picks up where we left off in “Rage”—after Koreans became “hypervisible” during the LA Uprising and when Lee starts her undergraduate education at Princeton, a school that was “built upon whiteness in service of whiteness”. As Lee navigates her way past each gate propelling her closer to whiteness, she also feels incredible shame. And when she, borrowing from James Baldwin, argued that to be “an Asian person in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a state of shame almost all the time”, I couldn’t help nod in agreement. I can’t speak for the other Asian races, but in my Korean household, shame was so incredibly present in our everyday lives. Caught between Black and White America, the shame of being Asian, of being the model minority that was supposed to be successful and that never caused trouble, is absolutely real.
And finally in “Grace”, Lee proposes a reconciliation or at least a way towards one. To accept and move on, one must stop the cycle of intergenerational trauma. But, “how do we do do that when suffering and sacrifices are the only ways to demonstrate that love? How do we love our own children when a broken, traumatized love is the only love we have to give?” I wondered about the trauma of my parents and of their parents and their parents’ parents. I wondered about what I would pass down to my own children. How do we give ourselves, our parents, and each other grace so we can all be in this space together?
Reminiscent of MINOR FEELINGS, there is so much I resonated with this book. But if MINOR FEELINGS made this little girl inside me feel seen for the first time, this made me feel heard. Heard as an adult Korean American woman living in America. Heard as someone trying to figure out how to take up space and not apologize for it. Heard as someone trying to decolonize her mind. Lee and I are very different. We have led different lives at different times. But the shared experience of being born to immigrant Korean parents who expect perfection and living in LA as a Korean American girl is enough to evoke kinship for me.
I highly recommend this book if you are interested in memoirs that examine identity and race. And even if you don’t, I think you’d find this valuable. . Thank you to publisher for the ARC and finished copy. All opinions are my own....more
A LIVING REMEDY is an absolutely heartbreaking and beautiful memoir from ALL I CAN EVER KNOW author, Nicole Chung. In her first memoir, she focuses onA LIVING REMEDY is an absolutely heartbreaking and beautiful memoir from ALL I CAN EVER KNOW author, Nicole Chung. In her first memoir, she focuses on her adoption and search for her birth family. In her newest memoir, she writes about her life after she leaves her (very white) hometown in Oregon and finding herself needing, wanting to come home for her parents but unable to. She writes about the broken healthcare system, financial instability, her grief and then rage.
This has easily become my new all-time favorite memoir. And I feel conflicted saying that someone’s loss is now a “favorite” of mine—it makes me feel disingenuous. But, let me explain.
When I say that this book moved me would be an understatement. Nicole Chung has this incredible ability to write about loss and grief in a way that is tangible and visceral. Yes, reading this book devastated me. I think I cried 95% of the book. And, mind you, I have not experienced the loss of a parent, so I cannot fully understand but oh, how I imagined. I imagined over and over again about my parents, and what they have kept and are still keeping from me to protect me. Imagined over and over again about my young children, and what I would do to protect them, what I would do so that I don’t become a burden.
The writing is beautiful, there is no doubt. But, a lot of writing can be beautiful. But not a lot of writing carries depth and intention. I am not a writer. I am a reader, and as a reader, reading this was… profound.
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I didn’t think I’d love this one so much. But, holy mother of all things weird, this one took me for a ride and I freaking loved it so much. Honestly,I didn’t think I’d love this one so much. But, holy mother of all things weird, this one took me for a ride and I freaking loved it so much. Honestly, It took me a bit to get into the writing, which is an experience in of itself.
Y/N is in essence a commentary and meditation on para-social relationships, (extreme) fandom, and existentialism. It is also an exploration of spirituality, loneliness and ultimately how that can lead to obsession.
This reads like a fever dream mixed in with an epic with an unlikely and at times, very unlikeable hero, if your hero’s quest was to find a K-pop idol. Our MC decides to see “the boys” in concert at the behest of her friend. Transcendent, she has a spiritual awakening at the concert and becomes absolutely obsessed with Moon, one of “the boys”. The MC’s obsession with Moon is at direct odds with how she views herself, an intellectual. But through this devotion, she has had a rebirth. Her existence has become her fidelity to Moon. She exists because he exists. And her sole reason for existence is to worship and love him.
The POV switches between the MC and the Y/N (Your/Name) MC of the fanfic she writes. I can see that it might be confusing for some, but it wasn’t at all for me because Yi truly blends reality and imagination flawlessly. This was literary surrealism at its finest.
I want to be clear about something, though. I did NOT like the MC. She was incredibly pretentious and self-righteous, and after I saw how the book progressed I felt this was intentional, which made the ending that much more satisfying. I know that this book was and will continue to be extremely polarizing. And I am here for all the discussion....more
**spoiler alert** Ren Yu is a daughter of Chinese immigrants and a competitive high school swimmer. And although Ren is a teen, CHLORINE does not nece**spoiler alert** Ren Yu is a daughter of Chinese immigrants and a competitive high school swimmer. And although Ren is a teen, CHLORINE does not necessarily feel like a coming-of-age story. Because Ren knows who and what she is, what she must become. And as she comes of age and enters womanhood, her sexuality is awakened, as well as a realization that she is in fact a mermaid.
So, instead of a teen who is searching for herself, we meet Ren who is already sure of who she is—a swimmer, a mermaid—accounting her tale of transformation and her journey to be her true self. To finally be free.
But freedom for young women comes at a price. As she crosses the familiar and often precarious grounds from girlhood to womanhood that we, as grown women, have all experienced, we are shown in horrific delight the exact price Ren pays. And I say delight because it is clear the author wants us, goads us, the readers, to take notice and pay attention to the real-life horrors women face every day. Yes, there is body horror in here, which comes at the very end. But, honestly, the “horror” of it all wasn’t horrifying in the act, but rather in the awareness of it all. Awareness behind the inherent cause and driving motivation. Awareness that these horrors of bodily change, self-harm, abuse of power, casual racism, and misogyny are absolutely real. Awareness that so much is out of our hands, out of Ren’s hands.
As Ren encounters the male gaze time and time again, especially in spaces where trust is inherently presumed, instead of questioning her experiences, she starts internalizing the trauma. When her doctor dismisses her menstrual pain, when her coach inappropriately touches her, when her teammate pushes himself onto her, these actions only validate what she knows—her only freedom is to escape this human, female body of hers. Her pain, her bodily experiences, her feelings do not belong to her.
So, it is with no surprise that the only way she can exert power over herself and to exercise her freedom, is through the mutilation of her own body. It is when she binds her own legs with her two hands, does she find freedom. Freedom from the academic expectations of her parents. Freedom from the demanding and inappropriate pressure from her coach. Freedom from the micro-aggressions from her teammates. Freedom from the sapphic longing she wasn’t allowed to realize. Freedom from the confines of a chlorinated pool.
This was an astounding debut with a very clear point-of-view. If you like dark lit fic, this one is for you. I am an instant fan.
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IN LIMBO is a beautiful coming-of-age graphic memoir from artist Deb JJ Lee that chronicles their life as a young Korean immigrant. It is sometimes unIN LIMBO is a beautiful coming-of-age graphic memoir from artist Deb JJ Lee that chronicles their life as a young Korean immigrant. It is sometimes uncomfortably honest and most of the time just bleak.
The author is in limbo between a lot— feeling not Korean or American enough, giving up music in exchange for art, being a dutiful daughter or being your own person. The teenage angst is there, but there are also real issues and trauma laid out in these pages. The book gets heavy. But it also focuses on healing.
I think this memoir was honest in a way where the author can be seen as self-centered and always claiming the victim. But aren’t (most) teens that way? I know I was. It’s no secret that our brains don’t stop developing and maturing into mid to late 20s, which means areas of the brain associated with empathy, higher-level thinking, and self-awareness are widely underused by teens. It’s biology.
I bring this up because I’ve read some reviews of this book that criticized how much the author is fixated on their own sadness. While I can understand that criticism, I think that entirely misses the point of this memoir, which is baked right into the title—IN LIMBO.
I really enjoyed the book, but it wasn’t until the very end that I understood how special this book would be for me. The last few pages show an interaction between the author and their mom that made me break down and weep. I was immediately filled with so much complex emotion, I didn’t really understand why I was crying. Even now, as I am typing this, I am crying. And as a first time mom, this moment for me encapsulates the depth and complexity of motherhood. And while this book is written from the daughter’s perspective, whom I solidly identified with throughout the entire book, the last few pages allowed me to understood both characters so profoundly within a small and insignificant moment. Honestly, I can write an entire review on unpacking the last few pages. But, I won’t. I’ll save it for my DMs so if anyone else felt the same way, please DM me.
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