The People's Republic of China once happened to be my dream spot. Collection of random newspaper articles, and preservation of all possible bric-a-bracs labelled "Made in China" were once my priced possessions and I had a great deal of good personal opinions for their culture unless I read this book.                  Even though this bloodstained plot was painted in Taiwan entirely, the real story had its roots in Chinese soil. That left me desolate and had me feel sorrowful deep down inside. At times these Good old, Time-honored traditions put up the act of notoriety. Veneration towards these absurdities and illegal daring activities takes the people to another level of brutality and stupidity.                    I just can't describe the way I felt after reading each line Li Ang had penned down. It was shocking enough to get my breath every time I had to envisage those happenings and even thrust myself to the thought that said, "Believe! It happened for re