Crying in H Mart

DNF - girl i didn’t even read a chapter and i suggested this book like bffr

heartbreakingly good! makes you rethink your cultural ties and your relationship with your mother!

There was nothing groundbreaking for me in the prose of this memoir, and I agree with Cindy's assessment of the memories associated with the author's mother as not being translated for anyone but herself.

But I also have not been able to stop thinking about her pilgrimage through grief and the subsequent loss of an anchor to a formative identity. This somehow got under my skin and has remained there for a few days, when I felt otherwise very ready to finish another middling celebrity memoir and put it down without thinking about it again.

I think this might warrant another read eventually, setting aside the memories that might not translate to strangers, and accompanying a child through the loss of a touchpoint for an identity that they continue to negotiate with themself and the world.