My Dear You
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Where did you do most of your reading of this one, and did the book end up feeling like good company?
Was there a small, ordinary moment in the book (a meal, a chore, a bit of waiting around) that you found unexpectedly soothing to read?
The title reads like the opening of a letter. Who in your own life would you address a letter like that to, and what warmth would you want it to carry?
This book moves between generations. Which generation's chapters did you sink into most comfortably, and what about that time or voice felt like home?
So much of the novel is about what parents pass down without ever saying out loud. What did your family hand you quietly, and did reading this make you feel softer about it?
Khong writes ordinary life with a lot of affection. Was there a sentence or image that made you put the book down for a second just to sit with it?
Belonging in this book is something people keep reaching for rather than simply having. Did any of that reaching feel familiar to you, and did the novel offer you any comfort about it?
Without giving anything away, did the book leave you feeling tender, unsettled, hopeful, or some mix? Try to name the feeling you walked away with and where in the story it started.