This book is, in brief, about the persecuted church in China, but it also deals with the plight of many orphans, especially as caused by the problem of people preferring that their one child be a son rather than a daughter.
The writing style was not bad, but not great either. As I started reading it, I wonder, too, how much of it is true to culture and how much was a westerner writing what they thought the culture would be like. Yet there were parts that moved me to tears, like the house church worshiping in near silence and the description of the orphanage.
In the end, I would say I really liked the book in spite of its short-c0mings! I think we need to remember that this is one story. Life is most likely like this for many Chinese Christians. For others it is probably nothing like this. The author makes it clear that not every orphanage is like the ones she described; some do the very best they can for the children in their care. As long as we understand to not make sweeping generalizations, I think the story is good. It's certainly a beautiful story of how persecution can cause the church to grow. Perhaps our prayer should be for strength in persecution, not for a removal of persecution?