It is gorgeous book. Deals with a bunch of topics, like the war, addiction, LGBTQ as well as mental health problems. The book is supposed to be a letter from the author to his Vietnamese mother who couldn't read. It covers multiple aspects of the life of the author as he grew up in an immigrant household with a single mother. I might be biased but I really liked the story of Little dog and Trevor as 2 teen boys discovering love. As a child, the writer was exposed to a lot of life stories that he saw and heard, and this book is like a memoir. I don't know if anyone can relate but if something happens, it is a child's first instinct to tell it to their mother. This book feels like that, like a child has come to their mother and told them about all they have loved and lost and how things made them feel. Somehow as we grow up, we stop doing that. We stop sharing about the things we saw and heard, we stop talking about how it made us feel. The way I see it, his mother not being able to read makes this all the more beautiful, because sometimes we only speak our hearts out when we know we aren't being heard. Maybe the story isn't for the mother to hear or maybe she has lived it too much to hear about it. Maybe she is too attached to not break reading this letter. It is heartbreaking sometimes, but immensely beautiful.