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Fresh out of college, Mary H.K. Choi booked a one-way ticket to New York City and never looked back. Twelve years and countless jobs and dates and a bajillion dollars in rent later, she'd finally had enough. In Oh, Never Mind, Choi chronicles her decision to let go of New York by looking back at the hilarious and often brutal life lessons the city taught her - about love, money, friendship, and, above all, herself.

Dos hermanas que no se soportan, pero que harán lo que sea por salvarse mutuamente. Jayne y June Baek no se parecen en nada. June es la primogénita, una sabelotodo con un demandante trabajo y un departamento igual de frío que ella (según Jayne). Por otro lado, Jayne es un manojo de nervios narcisista con mal gusto para elegir a sus novios y (si le preguntas a June) necesita dejar de gastarse el dinero de sus padres. Antes eran inseparables; ahora no quieren relacionarse para nada. Pero cuando a June le diagnostican cáncer, la única que puede ayudarla es Jayne.

Everybody sexts, right? Or at least that's what the Internet would have you believe. In Dick Pic, Mary H. K. Choi humorously dissects the intentions behind such flagrant oversharing and chronicles the one time a dick pic wasn't just a dick pic but a dick pic so virile and portentous that it had a 50 percent probability of actually making another dick - a sonogram from an ex.

Eles mal se conhecem. São apenas dois jovens trocando mensagens de texto. Mas cada palavra vai mudar suas vidas para sempre Essa é a história de Penny e Sam.

What if there was a secret world where people - among them US soldiers and Silicon Valley wunderkinds - were making themselves smarter? Their reaction times, aptitude for language, problem-solving skills, and marksmanship are all improving, under the watchful eye of scientists and DARPA (the defense advanced research projects agency). Such are the claims of transcranial direct current stimulation - also known as TDCS.

A New York Times bestseller! “Smart and funny…warm and rewarding.” —Booklist (starred review) “A compelling and quirky tale of love and negotiating early adulthood in New York City.” —School Library Journal From the New York Times bestselling author of Emergency Contact, which...

“Sneaks up on you with its insight and poignancy.” —Entertainment Weekly From New York Times bestselling author Mary H.K. Choi comes a funny and emotional story about two estranged sisters and how far they’ll go to save one of their lives—even if it means swapping identities. Jayne and...

AN AUDACIOUS BOOK CLUB PICK "A sharp, hilarious, unsparing mother-daughter story."—Rachel Khong, New York Times bestselling author of Real Americans "It’s time we recognize Mary H.K. Choi as an auteur."—Michelle Zauner, New York Times bestselling author of Crying in H Mart Bestselling...

Después de dejar la universidad, Pablo Neruda Rind no tiene mucho a su favor. Su trabajo nocturno como empleado en una tienda en Brooklyn es una pesadilla y está condenado a pagar una deuda estudiantil devastadora.

Penny: terminó la preparatoria y encuentra que su paso por ella fue irrelevante. Tenía amigos, sus calificaciones eran buenas y tuvo un novio, pero esa relación no significó gran cosa. Ahora se va a la universidad para estudiar literatura y convertirse en escritora. Está a ciento once kilómetros y millones de años luz de todo lo que le urge dejar atrás.

It's the age-old 30-something's dilemma: If you did ecstasy in the '90s, does it mean you've done Molly? Dragging her raver ass out of retirement to revisit her teenaged party days, Mary H.K. Choi throws herself into the belly of the EDM beast to see if there's anything to this Molly business. And to find out if doing recreational drugs as a bored adult is the key to staying young or if this is the worst, most embarrassing and irresponsible idea ever.

My Korean Mom is a bittersweet love letter from Mary H. K. Choi to her mother that hopes to convey the frustration, shame, loyalty, and searing adoration that's part and parcel of being the kid of an immigrant. It's not as if she could tell her mother to her face how much she loves her. That's just not how it's done.