Crying in H-Mart, by Michelle Zauner

It was only recently when I found out that Crying in H Mart never started off as a book — instead, it was an essay published in The New Yorker. After the booming success of the essay that resonated with readers all across the world, even with its limited length), Zauner expanded the essay into a full book with the help of her agent.

My first impression of Crying in H Mart is that it is brave. Perhaps it's because it's a memoir, or perhaps it's because Zauner isn't a full-time writer, but the book stands out in that it is unfazed real and genuine. There are so many Korean references and words within the first few pages. And yet, the book did so well in public markets.

In the process of re-reading the book so many times, I have come to realize that this book means different things for different people. For me, so many of the scenes were filled with nostalgia and comfort in the memories I shared with this unknown author. To others, it was a wake-up call, showing the difference between lives across families of different worlds.

Crying in H Mart has no deep, hidden meaning. All of its purpose is stated in the book. It is the life of a person — a living, breathing soul who reminds us that the people who write books are human too. Filled with regrets, mistakes, and the worries of life.

Crying in H Mart is not just some cultural statement. It is not simply a tribute to Zauner's mother. Instead, I believe it was (and is) a reminder that even if there are so many things going on within our lives, we must hold onto the things that make life worth living. Whether that be Korean food, culture, or family, it is important for us to understand that we will always live and carry on with regrets and prospects of lives we could've had. But at the end of the day, it is us that must face the consequences and keep on living. And that isn't necessarily a bad thing.