What an incredible, powerful memoir.

I knew, going into this, that it was going to be an extremely emotional read. I can't even begin to relate to the level of pain that actual Japanese-American people have felt, and perhaps will always feel, in regard to this horrible, bleak time in US history. As an outsider, though, the stories of internment camps have haunted me since I first began hearing them, and I knew this was a story I had to read. I can't remember the last time I cried this hard reading anything. I started weeping probably 3-4 pages in and could hardly stop until several minutes after turning the last page. This is an absolutely devastating, gut-wrenching memoir that makes me sick with shame over any of it ever having happened to so many innocent people.

On a happier note, George Takei is a lovely storyteller, the art in this was engaging and sweet, and I think George Takei's parents were truly national treasures that deserve to be lauded as heroes. ♥