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A review by lachateau
Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner
emotional
informative
sad
medium-paced
4.0
Have put my hold ever since about 10 weeks to get this book from my library.. Uh, how I had a high expectations towards the story. I was really into memoir these days and surprisingly I always found great memoir in each step of angle of people’s lives. But for this, it’s quite… different. I feel like this book was really made for the author herself. How she mentioned every thing about her life, the philosophy of food that she ate, the tradition of her culture and family, and how she package it as the romanticize-hustle life, if that makes sense!
The narrative in the book jumps from past and present numerous times, skipping across time with various anecdotes. The language that Michelle offered is like a metaphor diary; so full of adventurous and whole constellations. I felt it like— from the deepest core of my heart that she had a huge dream in even in the small space for her to pursue in her life. I also love how she pictured the faith she had upon her mother to always see her from far and beyond; that I learned it hard way all this time to have faith as that hope comes core value to survive and keep thriving.
The idea of a “the scarcity mentality” mentioned in this book, related to lack of Asian and female representation in the media. Also the beauty standard is an instinct part of the culture and how she manage it to her family— which makes me found interesting to dig more since many people might relate to this course as well. I came to realize that while I struggled to be good, I could excel at being courageous. I began to delight in surprising adults with my refined palate and disgusting my inexperienced peers with what I would discover to be some of nature’s greatest gifts.
Crying in H Mart is a book about family, home-cooking, and love; how you might try to find love in every little thing what mother earth gave to you, how you might see the core meaning of meals that feels so homey.. until it brought memories that laid forever in your heart. It’s all full of loss, grief will be a forever journey to discover… and there will be place to lean and cry, that’s what we called it home.
The narrative in the book jumps from past and present numerous times, skipping across time with various anecdotes. The language that Michelle offered is like a metaphor diary; so full of adventurous and whole constellations. I felt it like— from the deepest core of my heart that she had a huge dream in even in the small space for her to pursue in her life. I also love how she pictured the faith she had upon her mother to always see her from far and beyond; that I learned it hard way all this time to have faith as that hope comes core value to survive and keep thriving.
The idea of a “the scarcity mentality” mentioned in this book, related to lack of Asian and female representation in the media. Also the beauty standard is an instinct part of the culture and how she manage it to her family— which makes me found interesting to dig more since many people might relate to this course as well. I came to realize that while I struggled to be good, I could excel at being courageous. I began to delight in surprising adults with my refined palate and disgusting my inexperienced peers with what I would discover to be some of nature’s greatest gifts.
Crying in H Mart is a book about family, home-cooking, and love; how you might try to find love in every little thing what mother earth gave to you, how you might see the core meaning of meals that feels so homey.. until it brought memories that laid forever in your heart. It’s all full of loss, grief will be a forever journey to discover… and there will be place to lean and cry, that’s what we called it home.
“I had thought fermentation was controlled death. Left alone, a head of cabbage molds and decomposes. It becomes rotten, inedible. But when brined and stored, the course of its decay is altered. Sugars are broken down to produce lactic acid, which protects it from spoiling. Carbon dioxide is released and the brine acidifies. It ages. Its color and texture transmute. Its flavor becomes tarter, more pungent. It exists in time and transforms. So it is not quite controlled death, because it enjoys a new life altogether.”