I liked parts of this -- I have family members and friends who are Korean, Korean-American, and adopted Korean. The view into Korean culture at the time of Katy's adoption, and at the time she returned to Korea to search for her parents, is really interesting. And her own personal story is a bit startling. You always think of foreign adoptions as being of orphans who have no family, but Katy did have a family, as we see in the cover picture. How and why that family came to give her up really was quite interesting.
I'm having a bit of a hard time putting my finger on what I didn't like about the book. To me, the author just feels kind of self-indulgent and immature. It's entirely possible that I can't relate because I'm a lot older than she is, and because I'm not adopted (and certainly not interracially adopted). And she is obviously conflicted and ambivalent about a lot of things (she loves her adoptive mother, yet is angry at her) -- I get that, in principle. It just came across, to me, as a bit self-pitying -- why should somebody who seems to have a perfectly wonderful family, a perfectly wonderful husband, and a perfectly wonderful life be so overwrought about how she got there?
Hmm, that all came across as pretty negative and critical. I don't exactly mean to be -- there were a lot of things I liked about the book, and I understand the drive to understand our roots. I think we all have some of that, even if we're not adopted -- why are we the way we are? Why were our parents the way we were? Where did we come from, and where are we headed? Those are great questions to ask, and Robinson finds some interesting answers and tells a good story. I think maybe I was just surprised a bit that somebody who says she loves to travel and has lived all over the world seemed so very surprised (and often bothered) by the cultural differences between her and her birth family.
Sorry for the rambling review. My thoughts on the book are a bit rambling.