Rachel Khong’s novel Real Americans spans many years (1966-2030) and is told from the point of view of three characters: Lily, Nick, and May.

After a short intro about an event in 1966, the novel fast forwards to 1999, where we are introduced to Lily, who works as an unpaid intern for an online travel magazine. At the company’s holiday party, she meets Matthew, who, despite being “distractingly hot – athletic but not vacant, a muscular nerd” is not her type.

Matthew, it turns out, is actually a great guy and the first part of the novel follows their relationship, break up and make up. Despite the fact that his family is insanely rich and her parents came to America from China with little more than the clothes on their backs (and jobs as research scientists), Matthew and Lily marry and have a son, Nico/Nick.

In Nick’s section, he and his mother are living on a small island off the coast of Washington. Nick is now fifteen and has no idea who his father is. Nick also doesn’t look even remotely Chinese, having inherited none of his mother’s traits. Instead, he is blonde-haired and blue-eyed and tall. Nick can’t figure his physical appearance out, other than to assume it as “some bizarre accident of genetics.”

The story Lily has always told him is that his father wanted nothing to do with them, but when Nick’s best friend Timothy suggests they do DNA tests, he is reunited with Matthew. Matthew has a different version of what happened than he had been told by his mother and Nick “found himself trusting him over [his] mom. Hs face was so like [his] own the [he] believed, correctly or not, [he] knew it.” Thus begins a complicated relationship between father and son.

Finally, we have May’s story. She is Lily’s mother. Her story takes us back to Mao Zedong’s China. The May readers are introduced to in Lily’s part of the book seems cold and distant, unloving even. This section of the book allows us to see how she grew up and ultimately escaped Communist China. It certainly paints her in a much more sympathetic light.

Real Americans is quite a long book, almost 400 pages, but I enjoyed my read. Although the story didn’t quite land for me and I often felt that I didn’t understand the characters or their motivations enough to be fully invested in them, I still enjoyed my reading experience overall.