This quiet, darling book is told from the point of view of Darius, who was named after a great Persian ruler (Darius the Great). The biracial son of a white American and a Persian immigrant, Darius is not comfortable in his life. He just wants to make tea and hang out with his friends, but his weight and his clinical depression are two of many things that get in the way. When the family learns that Darius's grandfather in Iran is ill, they decide to make a family trip to Iran. It's there that Darius learns more about himself, makes his first friend, and gains a better understanding of life and relationships, whether friends or family. I basically cried throughout the whole thing, which I read in a single sitting. It's no surprise this book won the Morris Award!