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“I was the daughter of my father's wife. I spoke in a trembly voice. I became pale, ill, and more thin. I let myself become a wounded animal. I let the hunter come to me and turn me into a tiger ghost. I willingly gave up my chi , the spirit that caused me so much pain. Now I was a tiger that neither pounced nor lay waiting between the trees. I became an unseen spirit.”

Quote by Amy Tan

Work

The Joy Luck Club

This book delves into the lives of four Chinese-American mothers and their daughters, examining the cultural and generational gaps that exist between them. The narrative intertwines their personal stories, revealing the struggles and triumphs of their lives as they navigate both traditional Chinese values and the American culture they now inhabit. more

Author

Amy Tan
Amy Tan

Amy Tan, born in February 19, 1952, is a renowned film writer from the United States. Her works are characterized by profound character portrayal and unique cultural background, with notable works including 'The Joy Luck Club'. more

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