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Book Review: 2, by Dhonny Dirgantoro



Hello guys! Quite long time no see, eh? This time I wanna share to you all about a book (a novel, actually) that I read several weeks ago. You must be familiar with the phenomenal '5cm' right? If so, then Donny Dhirgantoro isn't new for you. This is his 2nd masterpiece.
When I first saw this book, I was attracted with its somehow-'mysterious' cover. Donny stays with his style since on 5cm. It's good that he has one unique characteristic.
Badminton is unquestionably the most favorite and popular sport in our country; Indonesia. Bunch of world class achievements and awards had been grabbed by our talented athletes, marked Indonesia as one of the leaders in this part. Badminton is a part of most Indonesians' life, in Gusni's family as well. Gusni is a girl whose a huge, gigantic body size since her birth, which undoubtedly made the people around her shocked, even the parents. She lived an a harmonious family with her parents and her older sister; Gita, who grew up to be the nation's most talented badminton woman-single player. That's why all the family are always excited to watch every badminton match, whether only at home or directly on the stadium. In other side, Gusni also so badly wanted to be a badminton athlete like her sister, but her father denied it. In a word, they both grew together along with the parents' full affection.
But life is never easy. Some things always happened, came trying to ruin it all. Gusni's "superiority" in her body, turned out to be her weakness. It founded out that Gusni has a serious disease related with her growth hormone. Her weight kept gaining time to time, and will be a danger for her if it keeps going. Finally, the father granted Gusni's desire to start practicing badminton in order to reach her dream.
The training was absolutely hard and painful. However the result was so shocking that Gusni unexpectedly can follow her sister's trace, and being one reliable badminton player in the women-doubles part. She's also done a daily exercise running from her home in Kemang to the Cilandak playing field, nonstop, exactly everyday, in order to not gaining another weight.
From this heart-warming and spirit-burning story, we all get the points that:

  1. Having weakness happens to all humans, but there are always some ways to turn it to be one of our Superiority
  2. There's NO impossible dream, as long as we put as much as effort on it, and keep live that dream with our spirit and desire. Just like most quotes said; put your dreams as high as sky.
  3. Everything's important, but FAMILY is still must become the number one.
This book did such a great job in gaining our pride to Indonesia; our lovely and proud country. In the end, no matter what's happening here, never lose our faith and nationalism feeling to the place where we're living on.
Hope this review also helped you to do so, guys!
Have a nice day :)



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