At first it was strong dislike, a lot of critique of the stories. And then there was less dislike, but I just could not come to like this book.
I appreciate the effort, all that research into the country and its culture (repeated mention of ancestor worship, for instance) I know I wasn't born at that time, did not live through all the turmoil and changes, and thus could not possibly understand attitudes of those people. Still, I struggle to feel connected, and I could not help questioning the authenticity? In my head there is always one puzzle: what's the truth? what's the real history?
Well, probably there's no truth and no real history. There's just interpretation. And I couldn't bring myself to like this specific one.