This book, guys. I didn't intend to stay up till 1 AM on a school night, but that's exactly what happened. This was so fun and lighthearted but also really deep and heavy at the same time? Somehow? I don't know how Pancholy did it, but he certainly pulled off something remarkable. I was smiling pretty much the entire time I read this, except for those moments where I had my hand over my mouth as my heart cracked into pieces. There were a good many of those moments. (I'm looking at you, Brent. And the bank. That freaking bank.) But I was also doubled over laughing out loud multiple times. (The scene in the basement where they're getting Rahul's headshots and Arun walks in on them made me cry with laughter. Just. Siblings.) And the diversity of this book was so beautiful and fun to read. I loved reading about Indian American culture, and how the two have meshed together to make something beautiful and, at least for me, not commonly seen in my area. I loved the idea of a Bazaar and wish my community held something like this. There were so many important topics explored in this book, and somehow Pancholy delved into it with laughter and joy. I'm still in awe. Pancholy is releasing a new book next year, and I'm definitely reading it and everything else he publishes because I need more stories like this in my life.