A beautiful and honest and heartbreaking and uplifting and beautiful memoir that I’ve apparently really needed ever since I first listened to Japanese Breakfast’s Psychopomp for the first time back in 2016. I haven’t read a lot of memoirs or autobiographies but this one floored me and made me wanna try a lot of Korean food. I can’t pretend to understand what it’s like to be a half-Korean girl growing up in Oregon and trying to live with and understand her connection to her heritage but I’m definitely closer now than ever before.