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    <body><![CDATA[So after reading a bunch of youth fiction and romance-type books I decided to find one at the library that held a little more social relevance. Looking for My Name is Asher Lev, I found this book. It was a bit dreary, but what can you expect of a story taking place during the Korean war. I enjoyed t...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/35701492">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This was a good read - but if you're going to read one by Potok, go with one that's in his native setting: Jewish culture and/or NYC. I absolutely loved both The Chosen and My Name is Asher Lev.<br/> <br/>(slight spoiler alert)<br/><br/>This was still good though; although a little like reading ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/70240394">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This was the final Chaim Potok novel I read, in my early high school years, and although I am aware that he published a few books subsequent to <u>I Am the Clay</u>, it stands in my mind as the author's finale. Sadly, it does not rank among my favorites.<br/><br/>This story of an old man and woman, refug...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/18874633">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Potok writes powerfully about the suffering of innocent people caught in the cross-fire of a war they cannot begin to understand....Humanity and compassion for his characters leap from every page.&quot;<br/>SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE<br/>As the Chinese and the army of the North sweep south during the Korean War, an old peasant farmer and his wife flee their village across the bleak, bombed-out landscape. They soon come upon a boy in a ditch who is wounded and unconscious. Stirred by possessiveness and caring the woman refuses to leave the boy behind. The man thinks she is crazy to nurse this boy, to risk their lives for some dying stranger. Angry and bewildered, he waits for the boy to die. And when the boy does not die, the old man begins to believe that the boy possesss a magic upon which all their lives depend....<br/><br/><br/><em>From the Paperback edition.</em>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Subject verb object. Adjective subject verb object. Subject verb. Subject verb object.<br/><br/>That's about what it felt like reading this book. Aside from the jarring, staccato writing style, I was unable to forge a connection with the characters, and I abandoned the book part way through. I'm d...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/10947126">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This book was rough for me. I read it on my mission and concluded I, too was in a place like the main character. -can't go home, trying to do some good, but no one wants you there- like being in the military, trying to help people who would rather you leave their country. Just like my mission. Night...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/49003755">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Potok writes powerfully about the suffering of innocent people caught in the cross-fire of a war they cannot begin to understand....Humanity and compassion for his characters leap from every page.&quot;<br/>SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE<br/>As the Chinese and the army of the North sweep south during the Korean War, an old peasant farmer and his wife flee their village across the bleak, bombed-out landscape. They soon come upon a boy in a ditch who is wounded and unconscious. Stirred by possessiveness and caring the woman refuses to leave the boy behind. The man thinks she is crazy to nurse this boy, to risk their lives for some dying stranger. Angry and bewildered, he waits for the boy to die. And when the boy does not die, the old man begins to believe that the boy possesss a magic upon which all their lives depend....<br/><br/><br/><em>From the Paperback edition.</em>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I am surprised at the lackluster reviews. Although this book was a departure from Potok's usual topics of Jewish social and historical issues, it was nonetheless powerful, riveting, and raw in emotion. It remains as one of my favorite books.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This book will make you wanna go &quot;HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&quot; so bad.  I remember doing a book report on this, commenting on how many friggin times the author just butchered the English language; I wanted to punch my English teacher for having this book as an option for reading, TEACH ENGLISH WITH ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/40695256">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Potok writes powerfully about the suffering of innocent people caught in the cross-fire of a war they cannot begin to understand....Humanity and compassion for his characters leap from every page.&quot;<br/>SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE<br/>As the Chinese and the army of the North sweep south during the Korean War, an old peasant farmer and his wife flee their village across the bleak, bombed-out landscape. They soon come upon a boy in a ditch who is wounded and unconscious. Stirred by possessiveness and caring the woman refuses to leave the boy behind. The man thinks she is crazy to nurse this boy, to risk their lives for some dying stranger. Angry and bewildered, he waits for the boy to die. And when the boy does not die, the old man begins to believe that the boy possesss a magic upon which all their lives depend....<br/><br/><br/><em>From the Paperback edition.</em>]]>
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Potok writes powerfully about the suffering of innocent people caught in the cross-fire of a war they cannot begin to understand....Humanity and compassion for his characters leap from every page.&quot;<br/>SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE<br/>As the Chinese and the army of the North sweep south during the Korean War, an old peasant farmer and his wife flee their village across the bleak, bombed-out landscape. They soon come upon a boy in a ditch who is wounded and unconscious. Stirred by possessiveness and caring the woman refuses to leave the boy behind. The man thinks she is crazy to nurse this boy, to risk their lives for some dying stranger. Angry and bewildered, he waits for the boy to die. And when the boy does not die, the old man begins to believe that the boy possesss a magic upon which all their lives depend....<br/><br/><br/><em>From the Paperback edition.</em>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Interesting, and totally unexpected. Not at all about life in the Jewish diaspora, which I expected, having not read anything about this book other than it was a Korean War novel. Set entirely in Korea, with Korean characters. An older childless couple rescue a young (11 yo) boy when their respectiv...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/32917494">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Potok writes powerfully about the suffering of innocent people caught in the cross-fire of a war they cannot begin to understand....Humanity and compassion for his characters leap from every page.&quot;<br/>SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE<br/>As the Chinese and the army of the North sweep south during the Korean War, an old peasant farmer and his wife flee their village across the bleak, bombed-out landscape. They soon come upon a boy in a ditch who is wounded and unconscious. Stirred by possessiveness and caring the woman refuses to leave the boy behind. The man thinks she is crazy to nurse this boy, to risk their lives for some dying stranger. Angry and bewildered, he waits for the boy to die. And when the boy does not die, the old man begins to believe that the boy possesss a magic upon which all their lives depend....<br/><br/><br/><em>From the Paperback edition.</em>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Wow.  This is totally different from his other books but gets you into the hearts and minds of Korean people displaced by the war.  A very moving story, told in a very different manner.  ]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Potok writes powerfully about the suffering of innocent people caught in the cross-fire of a war they cannot begin to understand....Humanity and compassion for his characters leap from every page.&quot;<br/>SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE<br/>As the Chinese and the army of the North sweep south during the Korean War, an old peasant farmer and his wife flee their village across the bleak, bombed-out landscape. They soon come upon a boy in a ditch who is wounded and unconscious. Stirred by possessiveness and caring the woman refuses to leave the boy behind. The man thinks she is crazy to nurse this boy, to risk their lives for some dying stranger. Angry and bewildered, he waits for the boy to die. And when the boy does not die, the old man begins to believe that the boy possesss a magic upon which all their lives depend....<br/><br/><br/><em>From the Paperback edition.</em>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[This is about an old couple during the Korean War that finds an injured boy and takes care of him. It shows love, loss, and strength in adversity.<br/>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Potok writes powerfully about the suffering of innocent people caught in the cross-fire of a war they cannot begin to understand....Humanity and compassion for his characters leap from every page.&quot;<br/>SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE<br/>As the Chinese and the army of the North sweep south during the Korean War, an old peasant farmer and his wife flee their village across the bleak, bombed-out landscape. They soon come upon a boy in a ditch who is wounded and unconscious. Stirred by possessiveness and caring the woman refuses to leave the boy behind. The man thinks she is crazy to nurse this boy, to risk their lives for some dying stranger. Angry and bewildered, he waits for the boy to die. And when the boy does not die, the old man begins to believe that the boy possesss a magic upon which all their lives depend....<br/><br/><br/><em>From the Paperback edition.</em>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[skillful, haunting, poignant, it is the story of trying to survive the Korean War as a refugee. Easy reading, but it sticks with you.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Potok writes powerfully about the suffering of innocent people caught in the cross-fire of a war they cannot begin to understand....Humanity and compassion for his characters leap from every page.&quot;<br/>SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE<br/>As the Chinese and the army of the North sweep south during the Korean War, an old peasant farmer and his wife flee their village across the bleak, bombed-out landscape. They soon come upon a boy in a ditch who is wounded and unconscious. Stirred by possessiveness and caring the woman refuses to leave the boy behind. The man thinks she is crazy to nurse this boy, to risk their lives for some dying stranger. Angry and bewildered, he waits for the boy to die. And when the boy does not die, the old man begins to believe that the boy possesss a magic upon which all their lives depend....]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[As a big fan of Chaim Potok's novels, I expect nothing but a great story and superb writing.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[A good portrait of the ravages of the Korean War and the people it displaced.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[What a beautiful story! Grab a box of kleenex's before you start!]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This is the only one I didn't like.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Chaim Potok is one of my favorite authors but I wasn't expecting to like this book as much as I have his others. However,I ended up enjoying this book very much. I love the way he makes you feel about his characters. This is the story of an elderly Korean couple who are fleeing their village during ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/28856894">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This isn't Potok's best work, but it's very good, and a nice change of pace. I read <em>The Chosen</em> and <em>My Name is Asher Lev</em> before reading this, and loved them both, but they are very different from <em>I am the Clay</em>. While those two works are both coming-of-age stories about young Jews in America, I am the...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/59003303">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Read this author years ago (The Chosen and My Name is Asher Lev).  This story is not a Jewish theme but takes place in the midst of the Korean War.  The author actually served as a chaplain in Korea for 16 months.<br/>The writing style is distracting at first but later adds to the sense of the star...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/46200522">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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