I found this book in the YA section of my local library, but as an almost-30-year-old, it spoke so much more to me now than it would have to me as a teen. I still would have benefited from it then, but I have such a different perspective on life now. Not only does this memoir detail Thi's parents' experiences, but it also teaches that parents are people too, that they have their own lives separate from us that began long before us and continue on both for us and in spite of us. This is a story of a particular time in Vietnamese/American history, and yet it is universal.
I enjoyed this book immensely and read it cover to cover without putting it down.