I received an eARC of this book from NetGalley and the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

I, like many readers, know Rabia Chaudry from her involvement with the Serial-famous case of Adnan Syed. But she is highly successful in her own right, and I enjoyed not only reading about her career path, but also her life growing up in Pakistan and the U.S.--and how much food played into it.

Along with a compelling narrative drive, Chaudry's descriptions of food are the highlights of this book. My mouth watered any time she painstakingly described how her mom cooked the perfect shorba or the journeys she and her uncles went on to get pulao and pakoray. (It made me long for my mother-in-law's cooking.) Equally as visceral are the times she describes her binging American fast food and treats and the hold it had on her.

There are obvious TWs for eating disorders and fat-shaming here as well as one for domestic abuse--Chaudry's first marriage is a toxic one that she spends little time on, for good reason--but her memoir is unflinching and feels incredibly relatable.