Michelle Zauner

another book i forgot to log when i started lmao. i liked this. i didn’t quite realize it was a memoir at first and figured it was gonna be some cheesy fiction about falling out of contact with ur mom and realizing you were wrong to once she’s dead. once the author said her name tho, i was like wait isn’t that the writer’s name?? and dumbly noticed that it literally said “a memoir” on the cover.

anyway, i found this quite touching. there were moments where it made me feel like i was about to cry and i think that’s worth something. cuz i don’t exactly cry over media unless it resonates with me or if it’s well written and well thankfully i cannot relate to watching my mom die of cancer and hope i never will have to, so it must have been well written. in addition to that aspect there’s a lot of other things to this book that i will never be able to understand. i’m not half white, half korean. i’ve never had a horrible relationship with my mom. my dad isn’t some questionable bum. but the author was still able to get me to feel something through her words and that’s worth praise. so a thumbs up from me… (altro)

I remember reading the titular essay when it came out and being haunted by it. As with the essay, after reading this book a couple of months ago, I would bring it up in pertinent conversations and just constantly recommending it to people. A few people smarter than me recognised that they would not be able to emotionally handle the intense and complicated relationship that Zauner had with her mother, learning even just from my recommendations how unfortunately relatable it can be. It had been a while since I've been made so distraught by a book. I'm glad that I've currently loaned the book out so that I'm not tempted to destroy myself emotionally with tidbits of it.… (altro)