It’s a shame that this was, in essence, just a running commentary of her parents complaining about anything and everything.

A book that is almost entirely devoid of emotion and neglects to divulge any information about the author of whom this supposed autobiography is about. It’s a real shame as with a bit more feeling injected into it, this would have been an incredibly interesting and insightful read.

Furthermore, it doesn’t help that the translation is a bit shabby so the reading experience felt somewhat clunky (not a single chapter either didn’t help). Worth adding that this is probably through no fault of the translator since there is a lot of dialect, much of which I imagine was too complicated to convey concisely.