Bethany's 'My Human' totally caught me off guard—I picked it up expecting a light sci-fi read, but it wrecked me emotionally. The novel flips the classic 'human adopts pet' trope by telling the story from the perspective of an alien being who’s essentially 'adopted' by a human family. It’s hilarious at first—the alien’s confusion over mundane things like TV remotes or why humans cry during sad movies had me wheezing. But then it deepens into this beautiful meditation on loneliness, belonging, and how connection transcends species. The way Bethany writes the alien’s gradual attachment to the family’s messy, emotional lives feels so genuine. By the end, I was sobbing over scenes like the alien quietly learning to hum lullabies to the human child when they had nightmares. It’s one of those rare books that makes you laugh at page 30 and leaves you emotionally raw by page 300.
What really stuck with me was how the book mirrors real-world immigrant experiences without ever being heavy-handed. The alien’s struggle to 'pass' as human, the shame when they slip up, the quiet joy of being truly seen—it all parallels so many human stories. Bethany sneaks in these profound moments between jokes about the alien trying to understand TikTok trends. Also, the human family isn’t some idealized unit; they’ve got divorces, financial stress, and generational gaps, which makes the alien’s outsider perspective even more poignant. I lent my copy to three friends, and every single one messaged me at 2AM going 'HOW COULD YOU NOT WARN ME ABOUT CHAPTER 17.'