this memoir was full of the most intimate thoughts, the vulnerability michelle zauner shared in her book really had a grip on my heart. what's funny is that her style of writing kinda reminded me of my own way to write, describing the smallest moments in incredible detail in order to hold on to dear memories. all the descriptions of the high variety of korean food in this book made me incredibly hungry at 2am lol, and i think i might have to do some research on the names of the different meals so that i can picture them better in my head. while the beginning and the end of the book was a little too slow-paced for me, the middle part was gut wrenching and gripping, and sometimes i feared reading the next chapter because being confronted with the imagery of a slowly dying mother just scared the living shit out of me, but still, i think i learned a lot from this. i also love how this is a memoir of a musician who dedicated the first album to her mother, with her face on the album cover, so i immediately developed a kind of relationship to the album as well, even though i didn't really listen to it before. all in all, a sometimes feelingswise-tough, but good read for me!