The historical non-fiction, All the Nations Under Heaven, was a great account of the life of the early immigrants arriving in New York City. Reading the book, I was able to relate to many of the accounts in the book: The close ties to other immigrants of the same background, the tight hold on their respective cultures, and the desire to pass on those cultural traditions to the younger generation. It truly gives a sense of how alone these immigrants were in a new country, each group being discriminated by the other, each group trying to survive, and prosper. Many modern immigrants still face these issues today, and yet they push on, with the help of other immigrants, who have been in their place. That’s the best part of this immigration story: No one truly forgets where they came from, and what it has been like for them, and everyone helps out one another. That has been true before, and it has yet to be proven wrong.