The Anthropologists

It felt like a self-centred stream of thought while looking at others' lives like a fish in a bowl, hoping to refine your own lie. It's difficult to categorise this book based on my reading experience. It felt too long and short simultaneously. This isn't about the immigrant experience, start-home journey, socialising as adults, or finding familiar ties while growing old. It is a relatable book to the extent that you get mad at characters because they show your flaws and fears, but it gets stuck there – doesn't move further to integrate these feelings and experiences. Does it need no? No, but wouldn't that be more fun?