I can truly say that this was one of the best-written memoirs I've ever read.
The writing class that Ms. Dopirak refers to at the beginning of the story may have served her well, but I suspect that she emerged from her primary and secondary education with an above-average grasp on the mechanics of good English composition and effective writing.
There is an unmistakable element in this memoir of a time gone by in the world — in both India and the United States — a time when, in the years before the Cold War, there was an innocence and youthful zest attached to growing up, and Ms. Dopirak's writing does an admirable job of capturing that essence. I was glad when I realized Ms. Dopirak was going to end the narrative at the close of her growing-up years — precisely because of the aforementioned factor. At the end of the 1950s and the beginning of the 1960s, something changed in America, and what had gone before could never be recaptured.