Crying in H Mart, I think, is best described with the words heartbreaking and delicious. It made me miss my mom, who is still alive, and want to make Indian food.

Crying is one of those books that I had read bits of countless times, but had never fully read. Since reading an excerpt in a class in high school, it’d been on my TBR, but I only recently got around to it when I found that Book of the Month had it as an addon. Only recently did I learn that Zauner is Japanese Breakfast, who I don’t listen to, but I knew the name!

A bit after I finished it, my mom visited, and I just went shopping for some Indian ingredients in Jackson Heights.