What I Loved

Cute. But at times, I felt like each of the stories were forced, like she wrote the title of the essay to start with and then what she ended up with, wasn't the point of the title, so she wrote a sentence or two at the end of each essay to bring it full circle. Or maybe I'm just judgmental.
I enjoyed reading, though, and the shortness of the book made it all the more inviting. Probably, as most brown people can find, I found many of my family characters shining through here and I was a little disappointed that I am not as close to my family as Firoozeh is to hers, it seems. But very, very cute and entertaining. For the first time, when the author painted her young self as a genuine loser, I actually believed it. In a good way!