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

I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I had no idea Michelle Zauner was the founder of Japanese Breakfast; I requested this because it sounded like a compelling memoir about a daughter processing the grief of losing her mother, and Zauner delivered on that.

While the story is heart-wrenching and filled with graphic details about her mother's illness, gradual decline, and death, there's also an element of hope in here found in Zauner's journey with her music and art as well as her Korean heritage; namely, Korean food. She turns to the ever-comforting Maangchi (y'all should really check out her recipes if you never have) and the endless aisles of H Mart as a form of therapy and a way to process everything.

If you're looking for a vulnerable retelling of a daughter's love for her mother and her path toward emotional fulfilment, this one's for you.