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288 pages, Hardcover
First published June 20, 2023
"I remembered the fragments she’d told me about her rationed childhood in Shanghai, when she woke hours before dawn to line up for her family’s precious share of rice, pork, eggs, and other scarcities during the end of the Cultural Revolution—including the cloth with which she would learn to sew her own dresses. How she’d clutched the coupon book in her pocket to keep it safe, shivering in the half-light. Things had been even more dire in the countryside, where our relatives shared a single pair of trousers, wearing them in rotation whenever one of them left the house. It never seemed like the right time to ask for more details against these stories of suffering and famine, my mother’s reticence, my shyness, and the mundane needs of the moment always won out." - 4%
"'Do a little twirl,' Greta [the sales associate] urged. I did, then stood facing my mother, plucking at the material. [My mother] raised one hand to her cheek but didn’t say anything.
'You still like the first one.'
'I don’t know how to say. First dress very joyful, so young,' [my mother said].
Greta leaped to my defense, pointing out the dress’s attributes, guiding my body with her fingertips as she turned me and lifted my arms. But the magic was evaporating from the seams as [Greta] spoke, its plumage revealed as rags. I watched my mother tune out, her mind clearly circling the disappointment of the job. [...] I worried that offices might reserve careers for people like Greta instead of people [like my mom] who had emerged from astonishing darkness, that this version of my mother would never shed those vestigial mistakes, would find new ways to punish herself." - 7%
"[...] everyone is so hypercompetitive that I feel like I’m losing sight of why I’m actually there. [...] It also seems inconceivable to walk away. I’d already sunk so much time into it, and there was always the hope that something in me would be reignited." - 9%
" 'How are you doing? Have you talked to Oren [MC's ex-boyfriend] at all?' asked LB. 'No,' I said, 'but we still watch each other’s Instagram Stories.' That morning, he’d posted a video of a squirrel eating a croissant—unremarkable content, but I’d watched it four times, trying to place the park where he’d recorded it, straining to make out what someone was saying in the background. A woman’s voice. 'I know I should stop, but it feels nice to have this tiny peephole into his life. And by nice I mean it’s absolute torture.' " - 9%
"I was only afraid to reach for someone I was scared of losing." - 22%
"What was it like, I wondered, to be suddenly robbed of language and legibility? It felt too intimate to ask, the answer too hard to bear. Plus, the conversation required better Mandarin from me, which was already a step removed from her native Shanghainese. That been the price of her success: Because she’d worked herself ragged to make me an American, we would never truly know each other." - 55%
"For someone who grew up without money, you sure do think you’re above it. But it’s my fault. I made sure you never felt the worst of it. You didn’t see me faint in the morning because I was so hungry. You didn’t see the jewelry I sold.” She chewed her bottom lip. “You don’t know about rigidity. Me, when I was young—we didn’t get to choose our careers. There was a set path, and you either went down that path or died on it. Food, books, music, clothes—everything was controlled. We lived under the [Chinese] government [during the Cultural Revolution], and we did what was best for the family.” - 56%