![]() I was super excited to see her on stage at the 2018 National Book Festival (she’s on the left, with her iconic hairstyle)! I bought her memoir but didn’t have the chance to ask for her autograph. So in most stories I read growing up, I felt like a bit of an outsider. Hawaii bookstores did feature local authors who wrote more diverse characters, but they were harder to come by. It was especially bad with picture books: an Asian kid occasionally made an appearance as a classmate or friend of the white main character, sporting slanted eyes and unreadable expressions. Because during my childhood, even in Hawaii, the most iconic books were written by and for Caucasian children. ![]() It was the first time that I could see someone similar to myself in a book written in English: Asian American women who struggle with the dichotomy of two cultures. I was blown away when I first read The Joy Luck Club in high school. ![]() I’m especially excited that I get to write about this during Asian Pacific American Heritage Month, as well as a few weeks after Mother’s Day. The third book is Amy Tan’s The Joy Luck Club. ![]()
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