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but now i realize i might have also been a jessica to some people, especially during primary school. while it's true that i had no friends for 1/3 of that stage and i had absolutely never been popular, i was the best at every subject (except for physical education, for sure). however, of course, success is temporary and once i started secondary school i began feeling a bit more like jenna: insecure, hating being at second place, feeling like no matter how many all-nighters i pulled my grades were never high enough and that i was always secretly competing with a bunch of people.
i'm shrinking myself down, down as small as physically possible when the teacher forces me to join the group of best friends in the back, like the unwanted product in a clearance sale. i'm pretending i can't hear when one of them whispers, "god, not her," but maybe the whole point is that i can hear them.
and when my family boasted about me being smart in front of relatives, with me being there too, i always felt uncomfortable, like an imposter, even when i knew i was always doing my best.
i'm simply not that good. not in academics. not in extracurriculars. not as a student, or a daughter, or a human. it doesn't matter if i crammed my brain to the point of breaking with formulas and dates, threw myself into classes [...] something in me is missing. lacking.
moreover, as a daughter of immigrants, there is always this never-ending guilt creeping in. guilt about how you're supposed to use all of your potential, to use the academic chances your parents never had but are now offering you, just so that somehow you can repay them in a future. in case you're wondering, imposter syndrome does not blend well with this crushing sense of remorse.
how am i supposed to confess to my parents that everything they've done for me—leaving behind their old lives, moving across the world, spending what should've been vacation money on overpriced textbooks, waking up at down to drive me to tutoring centers, all so i could have a better education—was for nothing?
self worth and loss of identity
i guess sometimes you just have to go through some big event (maybe switching bodies with someone you admire? lmao) just to see how beautiful the cracks and the ordinary things in your life are, just to realize there's always gonna be at least one person who truly loves the real you.
chasing perfection requires a lot of self-deprecation but, once again, if you come from a specific background, it's pretty easy to mistake your purposes and goals for your values...
"no, you think i'm perfect. you think everyone's so much better than they really are, and you think you're so much worse than you really are. i was only a goal to you," he tells me, swallowing. "i was a dream, someone unattainable, something you built up inside your head. you forget how well i know you, jenna. there's nothing you want more than to want—you'll obsess over something, and convince yourself that so long as tou get it, you'll be happy, but then once you do, you're immediately dissatisfied and want something else."
that's what we do, isn't it? we turn pain into a story, because then it has a purpose. then, we reason, there was a point to it all along. but sometimes pain is just pain, and there's nothing particularly noble about clinging to it.
romance
one thing i loved about this book is how it made me giggle, blush and kick my feet several times. sure, this is all fiction and there's no aaron cai's in real life, but he really brought back the hopeless romantic that was buried in me and i love that. i think he might be one of ann liang's best love interests.
secondary characters
both aaron and jessica are supposed to be secondary characters to this story, and while we got a closer look at aaron's life and personality, i feel like jessica's was brushed off. i get that maybe that's the point: perfection equals superficiality. however, i would have liked to see a bit more of her "flawed" self and her relationship with her cousin
overall
even though the plot was quite predictable at times, i genuinely enjoyed this read and i would actually love to watch it as a movie adaptation. i could see it playing in my head while reading, so i definitely think it has full potential to be on the screens!
Graphic: Racism, Injury/Injury detail
Moderate: Blood, Grief, Death of parent
Moderate: Racism, Death of parent
Graphic: Grief
Moderate: Racism, Death of parent
Graphic: Toxic relationship, Xenophobia, Toxic friendship, Dysphoria, Injury/Injury detail, Classism
Moderate: Racism, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, Death of parent, Abandonment
Minor: Self harm, Car accident
I'm also not sure what Ann Liang was trying to achieve cramming attempts at dissecting issues such as classism, the model minority paradigm, and the commodification of a student's life in the education business industry near the end of the novel. It's frustrating to follow Jenna Chen as she reeled back from experiencing those topics only to never even think of her experiences again throughout the entire novel. What's worse is that Jenna Chen was so close to turning out a villainess adamant on stealing Jessica Chen's life until she experienced the racist and misogynistic root of the model minority paradigm, which drove her to rescind her "new life" as Jessica Chen. That behaviour didn't prove any development of Jenna Chen's character; if anything, it only cemented her character as a weak-willed self-pitying person who flees the scene at the smallest hint of hardship—which contradicted Aaron's spoon-feeding the reader about Jenna's character as an obsessive person for whom even stealing another person's life was not enough. The ending can't even be called anti-climatic considering Jessica Chen readily accepted that her cousin practically stole her life and couldn't even perform it well with no protest whatsoever. Jessica Chen's reaction to the issue with her academic integrity was, again, spoon-fed to us by Jenna Chen, so Jessica's character remained largely un-deconstructed, which deviated from the premise of this novel.
If you're here from This Time It's Real or I Hope This Doesn't Find You: it's basically the same story with different characters set in the USA instead of mainland China.
If you're here from If You Could See the Sun: don't. Or please do, but place the bar on the floor.
Minor: Body shaming, Bullying, Emotional abuse, Mental illness, Misogyny, Panic attacks/disorders, Racism, Self harm, Suicidal thoughts, Grief, Death of parent, Toxic friendship, Classism
Graphic: Racism
Moderate: Racial slurs, Death of parent
Minor: Bullying
Moderate: Bullying, Racism, Death of parent, Injury/Injury detail, Classism
Minor: Blood, Car accident
Minor: Racism
Graphic: Racism
Graphic: Racism