Crying in H Mart

I don’t know if this was the point, but this memoir made me hungry for Korean food.

‘It felt like the world had divided into two different types of people, those who had felt pain and those who had yet to.’

A very personal memoir that I at times felt like I shouldn't be listening to.

Zauner lays bare her pains, grief, joys and thoughts, ugly and beautiful. I was teary listening at times, as I could relate to some of her pains and grief as a carer and as someone who has also lost touch with their culture and language. I wanted to hug my mum often listening to this.

And I loved the descriptions of all the food - it took me back to my visit to Korea in 2018, and made me hungry for flavours my stomach couldn't even handle when I was out there!

I wish Michelle, and her family that I've gotten to know through this memoir, all the best.

Well written; a beautiful story about family, lost, identity. Important for those being part of the diaspora: every person, every book could show you what items and experiences make you feel “at home”. These figurative home that sometimes is difficult to explain. I loved the book.