It feels impossible to rate this book of another person’s grief. I considered this last night as I cleaned the kitchen, only two chapters left for this morning. Food is a means of connection in my family, too, although I won’t be naïve enough to say it is that way in every family. This book is poignant and beautifully written, made my heart ache, and ignited a craving for the unmistakable flavor kimchi I couldn’t satisfy at 1am. But when I go to the Asian market later to buy some, I will think of how my own parents show their love for us. And I will think of Michelle’s mom the whole time.