One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter

y'all know I love a collection of personal essays! (or maybe you don't know that about me, but whatever, I just TOLD you.)

This feels like half of a memoir? Many of her essays connect to each other and loosely tell the story of the author's upbringing as a 2nd-generation Indian-Canadian, while others are more recent and talk about ~internet culture~ etc. It wasn't exactly cohesive enough to be a straight-up memoir, but it was a little bit more than what I usually think of as an ~essay collection~? IDK, who cares what exactly it is, I enjoyed her insights and humor.

Life, death, family, marriage, sex, rape/surviellance culture. It feels like I'm reading more canadians-of-south-east-asian-heritage recently. Koul covers some interesting topics in as a brown woman westerner with complicated familiar relationships and ties to India but one of her early phrases really hit me in the feels:
“Nothing bad can happen to you if you're with your mom. Your mom can stop a bullet from lodging in your heart. She can prop you up when you can't. Your mom is your blood and bone before your body even knows how to make any.”