I think the best parts for me were the stories about her family. One of her aunts inadvertently became an opium carrier and several of her family members ran gambling dens. One of her grandmothers did some incredibly complex and traditional Singaporean dishes and the other was the second wife to a Chinese playboy. It's a fascinating tapestry of family details and I really enjoyed those parts of the book.
The cooking parts were a bit more inconsistent and I think part of that is because she was writing this as she was learning (presumably) and a lot of her traditional family members didn't really use recipes, so there's a lot of "I don't know how much of X ingredient goes in here, I just do it by taste." There are some pretty jaw-dropping descriptions of food in here but the tone is inconsistent and the author meanders a lot from subject to subject in a way that is very disorienting.
Overall, I liked this memoir and I would recommend it to foodies (especially foodies who love Singaporean cooking, as I do). But it is a bit of a rough read and I probably wouldn't revisit it.
3 out of 5 stars