Cornelia FunkeAs Mo had said: writing stories is a kind of magic, too.
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The author, Mo Yan, has long been a favorite of mine. For years he wrote about the hardships of daily life in China. One day, he decided to travel to America for an extended stay. He was struck with awe by the new sights and sounds, and soon began writing down his feelings in his diary.
The more he wrote, the more he realized that he was actually starting to create new stories. After a while, he had written enough stories that they combined into one novel. His book, "The Garlic Ball," takes place in a family of Chinese immigrants in California in the early part of this century.
The story is a poignant one based on the author’s own experiences as a child in China during the 1960s and 1970s.
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