You know what's the worst? When you're reading anything you can find on your bookshelves because you're procrastinating from writing your book, and then you pick up and finish in two days a book that covers basically everything you wanted to write about with the added sauciness of an adulterous love affair gone wrong.
Not that it's the best book I've read all year. Far from it. Jane was unlikeable and boring at times. But it's just disheartening when you're writing a memoir about modern Korea and you realize that someone had some of the exact same experiences and feelings about those experiences as you've had. And on top of that, an alliterative name, Patricia Park. Even she's opened a chapter in the same way I have opened one of mine. What to do? Switch genres... :)