This book was written by a Nobel Prize winner. She

crawled out of an oyster and into out world of civilized literature

Happy to be here, I bet

Pleased to make the world’s acquaintance.

There is a boy. I do not know

who he is, perhaps a son?

I think the one who stands next to him, towers above him is

a girl; maybe a daughter?

And she is next to flowers, and duh, those are

butterflies.

Yeah, this cover makes no

sense. Where are my main characters? Where is

the earth that sustained them?

It’s not like I enjoyed this book, but

I take this very personally. Hey,

you know who else would feel this way?

Wang Lung, rolling over in his grave!