With a moving story of deep long distance love, Pearl S. Buck weaves an emotional tale of a couple separated by Revolution in China. I found the love shared by the couple to be power, especially alongside the tales of revolution and the heartbreak it can cause for those individuals who unfortunately land on the wrong side of the revolution. My one major complaint with Buck's novel is the difficulty I found in sympathizing with the main characters. As much as their love story was moving, I was turned off by the superiority they felt because of their great love for each other. Doesn't great love begat gratefulness in place of superiority?