Anchee Min’s story about growing up on Mao’s China is absolutely gripping. The language, her writing, is terse and unadorned and as naked and raw as the life in China she fled. Everything about her childhood is so very foreign, the food, the people, the emotions, the culture, and the brutality of oppression, which makes it so intriguing, exotic if you will. At the same time, it is not difficult to recognize the humanity in it all, the humanity that we all share despite enormous differences. Some books fade into oblivion, but this is one that never could. 9+.
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