This a beautifully written book, so much so that I was very annoyed at Emma for being able to write this well. One moment you're reading a delightful turn of phrase, the next moment she drops the F bomb, and both of these seem absolutely true to who Emma is as a person.
She articulates truths so precisely and deftly that you immediately recognise them as truths, while simultaneously going, huh, I've never heard anyone talk about that before. That's what the best writing does, right? Lifts things to the surface.
One of her biggest achievements with this book, I thought, was being able to articulate what it's like to go through med school and become a doctor (with the background of COVID-19 on top of everything else) – you worry for her while your admiration for her and any doctor shoots through the roof, and you wonder how on earth she does it. Being a doctor has a parallel to being a parent, I think, in that it's easy to articulate all the bad things about being a parent, but really hard to capture why you actually chose this life, and love it, to someone on the outside. But Emma does it so well, and I would read a whole book about her daily life as a doctor (or, TV series... just saying).
This book is also a lovely tribute to her family; her mum and her daughter in particular, and the love jumps off the page (but in Emma's matter-of-fact way – no soppiness to be found here). It's also a really revealing and important look at the inequities Māori face whenever they brush up against our health system, but also in a broader societal sense in Aotearoa.
Can't wait to see what she does next (hopefully it's a nap)