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In her father’s Peruvian family, Marie Arana was trained to be always a proper woman, however in her mother’s National family she learned to shoot a weapon, break a horse, and click a chicken’s throat for lunch. Arana shuttled effortlessly between these seriously individual nationalities for a long time. But only if she immigrated with her family to america did she arrived at realize that she was a hybrid American whose social identity was divided in two. Visiting terms with this split reaches one's heart of this sleek, superbly realized portrait of a young child who “was a north south crash, a Brand New World blend.