This book is not an easy read, for me I found it quite intense and aggressive. There were certain points where I felt extreme rage bursting from the pages. Sometimes it felt like someone was yelling at me with a microphone. However, I believe that I am also a bit more sensitive to this content and critique, being biracial with Immigrant, Filipino blood and American European blood, sometimes it feels like I have to make a choice between what I "sympathize" with most. This book really had me confront myself and realize many things that I hadnt even realized. The text is truly eye-opening.

I'm not going to act like this book is all about rage and suffering, because as Julia Lee said herself when she was teaching African American literature, she, "painted a picture of Black life so unrelentingly bleak and warped by racism and injustice that a reader might assume all Black life could be reduced to was suffering." And I want to avoid making that same mistake while speaking of this book. Because there was more than a "Angry Little Asian Girl," there were talks about how in the face of suffering, there is hope, love, and community. Those excerpts were quite touching, watching Julia Lee struggle to find solidarity in the academic world until she was a professor herself, teaching African American literature. Versus the "solidarity" she had with a White teacher in her middle school, when she got a good grade for putting down and rebelling against her Korean culture and parents. She didn't have to shrink to find comfort in others when she was an adult. She was allowed to take off her muzzle and write this book, biting the hand.