Peach Blossom Spring - Melissa Fu

\n \nIn this beautifully rendered novel about war, migration, and the power of telling our stories, three generations of a Chinese family search for a place to call home (Georgia Hunter, New York Times bestselling author).\n Within every misfortune there is a blessing and within every blessing, the seeds of misfortune, and so it goes, until the end of time. \n It is 1938 in China and, as a young wife, Meilin's future is bright. But with the Japanese army approaching, Meilin and her four year old son, Renshu, are forced to flee their home. Relying on little but their wits and a beautifully illustrated hand scroll, filled with ancient fables that offer solace and wisdom, they must travel through a ravaged country, seeking refuge. \n \n Years later, Renshu has settled in America as Henry Dao. Though his daughter is desperate to understand her heritage, he refuses to talk about his childhood. How can he keep his family safe in this new land when the weight of his history threatens to drag them down? Yet how can Lily learn who she is if she can never know her family's story? \n \n Spanning continents and generations, Peach Blossom Spring is a bold and moving look at the history of modern China, told through the story of one family. It's about the power of our past, the hope for a better future, and the haunting question: What would it mean to finally be home? \n \nA BOOK OF THE MONTH CLUB PICK \n \nLeft me pondering how the stories we choose to pass down have the power not only to define us, but to buoy us. --Georgia Hunter, author of We Were the Lucky Ones \n \n I absolutely adored this novel . . . During moments of deep sadness and loss, there is also beauty. --Christy Lefteri, author of The Beekeeper of Aleppo \n \n Inspired by her father's real-life experiences, Melissa Fu has gifted us with a timely, moving, and universal novel.―Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai, author of The Mountains Sing \n \n Expansive, atmospheric, and affecting. Peach Blossom Spring shows just how much the human heart can hold. --Susie Yang, author of White Ivy \n \n\n