Apparently it's Nicole Chung time because I immediately finished her second memoir and went on to read her first.
It's so interesting reading them back to back because they focus so closely on specific parts of her life that one really does get that sense of bifurcated identity that she is exploring as a transracial adoptee. I don't think it's not-not intentional, but I do think it's an effect rather than a goal.
And they're both stories about finding/making meaning in ways that feel like they call not so much to the reader to respond, but on the reader to become a person who has heard and listened and has changed for having done so.
Especially as a pair, these are my favorite kinds of memoirs: invitations into other people's experiences and lives as a gift. Come with me. Let me tell you my story.