@abasket, similar reaction to Crying at H Mart. I’ve recommended it to others though and think it’d be a great book club choice. It’s rich for discussion on so many fronts, from mother-daughter relationships to identity and how we connect with that.
It’s funny, one of the last conversations I had with my grandmother, when her short term memory was gone but her long term memory was perfect, was one in which she explained to me where bushes of wild fruit were near her house and how to make jam from them. I was delighted to be having a sustained conversation in spite of having zero interest in picking fruit or making jam. Yet here I am, decades later, making jam from the fruit from those bushes and feeling her spirit throughout. Guess I’m saying, parts of that book sort of “stuck”.