Wang’s memoir, in which she takes readers through her immigrant struggles, reminds me of my own childhood. I shared similar experiences as someone who didn’t speak a word of English and lived in an cockroach-infested apartment. Her family faced more challenges than our because they were undocumented. We were chained migrations. Although Wang’s writing is moving, I find the content a bit too long. For almost 300 pages, Wang only covered up to her middle school years. She skipped her entire life in Canada where her family had to moved to because they were still illegal in America. It’s still a good read.