I wish I liked this more than I did. I very much related to the narrator, at times to the point where I was unsettled because I so rarely see my story represented. Mehta is Indian American with a (partially) white family who grapples with the simultaneous discomfort around her family and love for them. Her relationship with India and India culture, or rather, lack thereof, as an American born, raised by white people in a white town person, is fraught with self doubt and questioning. Am I Indian enough (specifically around Asian people)? Am I too Indian (specifically around white people)? Where does my privilege end and my oppression begin and vice versa. I'm so glad so many of my experiences and thoughts and feelings were put into words by Mehta. I feel validated and seen.

However, I listened to this as an audiobook and at times, and I might sound like a misogynist, I found Mehta annoying. Maybe its my internalized racism and my being taught to just let things go, but I found myself thinking to Mehta in my ear, let it go. Her stories about vegetarianism were slightly annoying and while she recognized them as such, they made it hard for Mehta to win me back over. Also, and this isn't even a critique as much as it is an observation, I was almost disappointed that Mehta's story wasn't exactly like mine. When I read the title I thought, Oh My God. That's My Story, to find out she had the privilege of having some Indian family members, something I do not have as an adoptee.