One of the best books I've read this year. It was billed as a different sort of love story, and it did not disappoint. I'm not a romances person, but this isn't a romance. This is a story about a friendship and its iterations spanning 20-25 years of a relationship. It is about love and betrayal and misunderstandings and reunifications. 

This was such a wonderful memoir of mom-grief. There were times I struggled with my therapist-hat coming on too strong, but that's very much a "me" problem and not a book problem. The mom grief me, though, was hit over the head by a two-by-four with this book and the depth of feeling wrapped up in it, all told through a lens of the author managing her own biracial identity and what it meant before and after her primary tie to her Korean world died. 

This was an odd read. It is satire, but the end message didn't sit right with me. It reads as somewhat forced and does not sound like high schoolers talk. Additionally, the liberties it takes are far-fetched and sometimes offensive. It's possible I missed something deeper the author was getting at, but the end message to me seemed to read as mocking liberals for "micro-labels" and being too "woke."