As a Chinese-American woman living in the United States, I wake up daily and fear violence. There are the physical attacks, to be sure; but there is also the pulse of a more familiar brutality. Every day I wake up to see the narratives of Chinese- and Asian-Americans in this country boxed, squeezed, flattened. Racist stereotypes and rhetoric seek to cut us down until we aren’t even human in shape. And yet, despite everything, this is a golden age of literature by authors of Asian descent. The books I’ve read in the past few years are ferocious and funny, beautiful and sad, cool and defiant and wise. I invite you to read these books by Asian-American Penguin Random House authors as a way to stand up against the violence of flattening, and as a way to remember that we are talented and breathtakingly myriad and here. I have never been more proud to be Asian-American.