Sometimes a book feels like it was written purposefully and specifically for you, which feels odd to say about a memoir. This is a deeply personal and intimate story about Kyo Maclear's relationship with her parents after finding out, after his death, that her father isn't actually her biological father. In the following months of upheaval and confusion, Kyo finds comfort in gardening: an act which connects her with her mother, whose past becomes increasingly complicated with these secrets brought to light. The way Kyo articulates her unique and singular experience with universal themes of lineage, truth, storytelling, and forgiveness was so moving. But what really spoke to me was how Kyo Maclear writes about the experience of being half-Japanese. Despite not being fluent in Japanese and feeling the rift this places between her and her mother, despite not growing up in Japan and not being viewed as 'Japanese' enough by other people, she still takes pride and ownership in her culture: it's interlaced throughout the book in each section title, in the romaji lines of text she places without translation, in textual references, and even in the delicacy and lyricism of her writing. I loved everything about this. It wasn't a story that tore your heart and made you want to sob your eyes out, but a series of observations, strung together, with a voice both gentle and mature that guided you to see Kyo's experiences through her eyes, and understand what they taught her, and us, about what it means to be an interconnected, living, rooted being on this earth.