In a land where sons are considered the only real wealth, being born the sixth of seven brothers was a blessing, but in rural northern China such joy was tempered by constant hunger and enduring poverty and hunger were Li Cunxin's earliest memories. As his father and mother have tilled the reluctant soil, so will he spend his life wresting from it the meagerest of sustenance. Living in a tiny room, on a dingy commune street, a hole in the ground for a toilet, eating meal after meal of dried yams, Cunxin's six brothers and his parents have only one another. But the “one another” is what really nourishes them. There is no lack of love in this home that is lacks almost everything else.
Madame Mao decided that she wanted China to excel in the ballet and to that end ordered recruitment from around the nation to fill the Academy of Dance in Beijing. Searchers went out to the provinces purposely looking among those, such as rural peasants, who had never been politically tainted in the eyes of the communist leaders. A group came to Cunxin’s school where he was chosen to audition through painful exercises to test the children’s flexibility.
Li Cunxin writes in a fluid, moving manner, I would never guess that English isn’t his native tongue. Despite this I found myself skipping through large chunks of the book to get to the end. This is the sort of book that is lapped up by the masses and intercepted by Hollywood and turned into a motion picture because it symbolises the height of the American Dream where anything is possible if you put your mind to it, and even though it is a true story I was not entirely riveted.
Do not copy and paste entire paragraphs of other reviewers' writing without putting it in quotation and crediting your source. The second last paragraph is entirely copied and pasted.
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