just finished
Jhumpa Lahiri's Unaccustomed Earth. I wasn't expecting to love it as much as I did, especially since her previous works didn't speak to me so much. The stories in this book were so honest, and some of the lines just slid into my brain like they were always there. I think Deeps was saying how you saw yourself in almost every character. I didn't understand that until I read it. I wonder if our experience as immigrants and children of immigrants is that universal?