Finished this book on my flight to HK. I was expecting more depth but what came across for a good qtr of the book was the author‘s detest for anything India, discreet “boasting” of her brainy genes etc. The depiction of her visit to India was refreshing but didn‘t leave an lasting impression of someone finding her roots. Maybe I‘m being tough or just maybe, it was really just a story from a first person‘s narrative on finding her - roots.