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A review by cry1ng_eel
Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner
emotional
informative
inspiring
reflective
sad
slow-paced
5.0
Wow, wow, wow!
To read this book in a day makes me feel like I did it a disservice, as if I really needed to take my time with it. And yet, I also could not put it down.
As an Asian-American myself (Filipino-Chinese), I have never felt so heard and seen from each experience that Zauner had so deeply described. From going down the grocery isle and reading the ingredients off of a packaging, or listening in to conversations in a language that I have yet to learn completely; her love for her mother is so deep and relatable, it made me miss my own mom even more so despite being in the same house as her.
Struggling with my Asian-American identity didn’t come to me until my late high school years, I was privileged to have been included in a community, and grew up around people who were Filipino. And despite, later on that I struggled with if I was Filipino enough? It was my mom who kept our culture alive, and gods did it make me appreciate the life my mother gave me even more so. I cry thinking about this book, and hope to return to it again and again.
To read this book in a day makes me feel like I did it a disservice, as if I really needed to take my time with it. And yet, I also could not put it down.
As an Asian-American myself (Filipino-Chinese), I have never felt so heard and seen from each experience that Zauner had so deeply described. From going down the grocery isle and reading the ingredients off of a packaging, or listening in to conversations in a language that I have yet to learn completely; her love for her mother is so deep and relatable, it made me miss my own mom even more so despite being in the same house as her.
Struggling with my Asian-American identity didn’t come to me until my late high school years, I was privileged to have been included in a community, and grew up around people who were Filipino. And despite, later on that I struggled with if I was Filipino enough? It was my mom who kept our culture alive, and gods did it make me appreciate the life my mother gave me even more so. I cry thinking about this book, and hope to return to it again and again.
Content Warnings
Graphic: Death and Death of parent
Moderate: Infidelity, Xenophobia, and Medical trauma