This was a great book. It was actually really interesting to see how certain things in American culture are perceived by a newcomer, such as the wealth disparity (known to us in America, of course, but so much more distinctly visible to someone from a different culture) and the pervasiveness of corporate consumerism. When she said that in Iran the commercials play at the end of a TV program and not during, I was amazed.
I was also amazed by how extraordinarily late the author and her sister began to experience an awakening to romantic concepts. This thing where she had never considered thinking about boys until starting around age 19 or 21, and then only at a very lukewarm level, blew my mind. It made me think that either she's fibbing because she knows her conservative Persian family members will read the book, or it's truly a study in how profoundly culture affects sexuality. In mainstream America, we tend to believe that sexual awakening is something that both naturally and unavoidably happens at least to young teenagers if not downright kids, but I guess that's a myth. I think that's fascinating.
On an almost related note, it's also really funny to me how she makes a big to-do about how dorky she and her sister were and how people stared, but I see the photos, and I can almost guarantee that people stared because they looked like elegant, exotic models to the caucasian eye.
My only disappointment with the book itself is that for the first part, the reader is really put into the experience and shown what things are like, but then after a certain point, we get only nominal details. Where early on, she tells us thoroughly what everything is like, then she starts to maybe run out of room and goes through big events, rapidfire, without the same level of detail, and it ends abruptly.
Oh, and yeah, the money spending thing- I almost had to put the book down at that point. I know how remorseful they were, but seriously... so bad.