While I would have liked to have given this book 3 stars, the final chapter was sort of the final blow for me. The first third of the book reads nicely, is informative, and relays the unique histories of China and Taiwan succinctly and concisely, yet personally and poetically. However, the tone changes in the latter half of the book and seems entirely disconnected from the beginning. I do think this writer should have approached this work as a series of essays, or have it split into 2 novellas, so the reader isn’t whiplashed by the sudden shift.
I wasn't quite sure what kind of book the author was writing. On one level it was autobiography but her story was interspersed with broad brushes of generalised comment on feminism (Chinese style as well as western), as well as dollops of politics and history. I was confused as to what I, as a reader, was expected to take away from what she had written.