It was interesting how much the novel highlighted that Selin is Turkish despite the fact she was born in the US and she doesn’t find the fact that she is Turkish all too remarkable herself? Is this how first generations are supposed to feel/are perceived? Anyway, I liked how she questioned things, especially the debunking of the Sapir Whorf hypothesis and why she remained in Hungary when the reason for how she ended up there was no longer in the picture. I have felt similar things.

What was troubling was that I feel as though everyday I loosen my grasp on the concept of humor. What is so funny and not funny about things? This novel tested me especially. As a first gen college Russophile who also dabbles in linguistics and had an elusive relationship with a tall bespectacled senior her freshman year, I wonder if Selin and I have shared any other similarities in the future.