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lilyevangeline 's review for:
The Chosen
by Chaim Potok
At the end, when I found myself rather choked up, I was at first surprised, because I hadn’t thought it was that sort of book at all (that is, the sort of book where you cry at the end), but then I felt, somehow, like this book was more that sort of book than the average book of that sort, like it really deserved my tears, had earned them, had really truly been the sort of book where you should cry at the end, and I had this feeling, an odd one I don’t think I’ve felt before, like, “Ah, yes, this is something that is worth mourning.” Which is funny, because no one even dies, and it’s not very often that I stop to think that there might be some things in life that are sadder than death. In retrospect, however, it seems like an obviously true thing, though I’m not sure why it was this book that made the thought obvious to me, because it’s not like the ending was desolate—it was somehow sweet as well, somehow uplifting, and there wasn’t any bitterness in it at all.
Coming of age stories are a fairly common genre choice for me, but it’s been a long time since I read one and felt, at the end, that I’d grown up a little as well.
Coming of age stories are a fairly common genre choice for me, but it’s been a long time since I read one and felt, at the end, that I’d grown up a little as well.