This book was pretty depressing but I understand it must have been cathartic for the author Michelle Zauner to write this book. As a child of immigrants, I did empathize with the feeling of being not quite fully one race. I also enjoyed how she came to have a new understanding of her mother as an adult. Food is one of the things that really defines a culture, so I could see how a shared love of Korean food was a bonding experience between the mother and daughter.
I wish there had been a little more about how the parents relationship evolved, more about her relationship with her dad and also with her husband.

The painful personal journey pertaining to cancer, the effusive amount of pages devoted to food and just the overall tone of this book made it too tough for me to enjoy as the first bookclub read of the year.