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A review by miyaosamu
Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
tense
medium-paced
5.0
“When one person collapses, the other instinctively shoulders their weight.”
zauner's story didn't just emotionally resonate but cut very deep to the bone to the inner workings of my heart. i don't know if i can form all my feelings into words right now still wiping away remnants of how much i sobbed. michelle zauner's writing is so raw and expressive that i could genuinely feel every emotion she felt in those moments as she recalled reflecting on specific periods of her life before and after her mother's death and also having to brutally watch and fight mentally with her mom against cancer. i cried too many times to count through reading this, beautiful is an truly understatement as i felt like i just saw a life, though it was just a portion of zauner's, flash right before my eyes in vivid feeling color. a lot of brilliantly written lines hit close with me personally especially with zauner's relationship with her mother and connecting to her culture as she felt split as growing up in the states has one want to not associate at times in order to adapt in life. it may sound repetitive as people always say to always treasure the time you have with your loved ones, it is very precious. but zauner's story makes the meaning of that line somehow have a lot more weight significantly as you realize seeing her go back on precious moments that are now memories to her. i have so much more i want to talk on but this memoir is one that has to sit and soak itself in my brain and heart as i reflect on it.
“In fact, she was both my first and second words: Umma, then Mom. I called to her in two languages. Even then I must have known that no one would ever love me as much as she would.”
zauner's story didn't just emotionally resonate but cut very deep to the bone to the inner workings of my heart. i don't know if i can form all my feelings into words right now still wiping away remnants of how much i sobbed. michelle zauner's writing is so raw and expressive that i could genuinely feel every emotion she felt in those moments as she recalled reflecting on specific periods of her life before and after her mother's death and also having to brutally watch and fight mentally with her mom against cancer. i cried too many times to count through reading this, beautiful is an truly understatement as i felt like i just saw a life, though it was just a portion of zauner's, flash right before my eyes in vivid feeling color. a lot of brilliantly written lines hit close with me personally especially with zauner's relationship with her mother and connecting to her culture as she felt split as growing up in the states has one want to not associate at times in order to adapt in life. it may sound repetitive as people always say to always treasure the time you have with your loved ones, it is very precious. but zauner's story makes the meaning of that line somehow have a lot more weight significantly as you realize seeing her go back on precious moments that are now memories to her. i have so much more i want to talk on but this memoir is one that has to sit and soak itself in my brain and heart as i reflect on it.
“In fact, she was both my first and second words: Umma, then Mom. I called to her in two languages. Even then I must have known that no one would ever love me as much as she would.”