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  <read_at>Tue Oct 20 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Essays about Annie Choi's life growing up in a loving buy dysfunctional Korean American family. This is not a bad book. As memoirs go, it isn't a great one either. <br/><br/>The funny  parts are not as funny as Shalom Auslander's Foreskin's Lament. The quality and selection of the funny/neurotic parts varies too much. The family stuff isn't as deep as Amy Tan. When you put it up against something like Angela's Ashes that has both in spades? It comes up sorely lacking. Granted, I don't think Choi set out to make this deep, just funny and thoughtful.  <br/><br/>I feel bad about saying it because this is the author's life, and I feel like if we met, I would like her. She has the kind of bold personality that I look for in a friend, and she's clearly OK with making fun of her own more embarrassing moments and just being herself. <br/><br/>All of that being said, I did enjoy the book, and laughed more than once. I don't regret reading it. I don't think I would reread it though. ]]></body>
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