Ooof. This one got me and it's still getting to me now. I didn't expect to have so much in common with a young woman of Korean heritage, but feelings of grief and loss are universal, and in that, we are all one and the same. My mother died ten years ago when I was in my mid-fifties, but as Zauner observed, we are all children again when our parents are dying. Mum and I hadn't always seen eye to eye but as she declined, an unspoken truce was called, and we suddenly appreciated what we had in each other and tried to make amends. As I read through the book, I recognised the desire to demonstrate things I had learnt from her. Zauner cooked traditional Korean food for her mother and I poached haddock and cut little sandwiches for mine. Even when you know it is coming, nothing prepares you for the death of the parent, and I think Zauner was quite masterful in describing the times both before and after her mother died. When the final breath is taken, ...