Earlier this week, I began reading Amy Chua’s memoir – ‘Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother’. Out of curiosity, given the media accounts of an author extolling the virtues of being a ‘Chinese Mother ‘, I wanted to read her book for clarification and understanding.
Chua has written a daunting account of her life as a parent and her obsession with being a ‘Chinese Parent’. Raising two daughters to be the best at whatever they do is one thing; to persist in this strategy in the light of the reality of adolescence and birth order is another. The chilling reality to the story is the moment when Chua realizes her strategy is flawed. It is mindful to me of Dostoevsky more than any other writer.
This will be a book to which I will refer often.
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