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Davita's Harp by Chaim Potok
Davita's Harp by Chaim Potok









Davita

A well-told tale that needed telling. Potok is a master storyteller.” - Chicago Tribune Filled with a host of richly drawn characters. The reader knows from the first few pages that he is in the hands of a sure professional who won't let him down.” - People “It is an enormous pleasure to sink into such a rich. Potok's bravest book.” - The New York Times Book Review To her, life's elusive possibilities for happiness, for fulfillment, for decency, become as real and resonant as the music of the small harp that hangs on her door, welcoming all guests with its sweet, gentle tones. And Davita, unexpectedly, finds in the Jewish faith that her mother had long ago abandoned both a solace to her questioning inner pain and a test of her budding spirit of independence. But the deprivations of war and the Depression take their ruthless toll. Chaim Potoks bravest book.-The New York Times Book Review It is an enormous pleasure to sink. Her loving parents, both fervent radicals, fill her with the fiercely bright hope for a new, better world. A well-told tale that needed telling.For Davita Chandal, growing up in New York in the 1930s and '40s is an experience of indescribable joy-and unfathomable sadness. Based on this, one would not say this is a departure for Potok because almost all of his novels begin with a young child growing up in 1930s or 1940s Brooklyn. Potok is a master storyteller.” - Chicago Tribune Chaim Potoks novel Davitas Harp centers on a young child growing up in 1930s Brooklyn. Several elements in Davitas Harp come from the authors life. It is the only one of Potoks full-length novels to feature a female protagonist. “It is an enormous pleasure to sink into such a rich. Davitas Harp is a novel by Chaim Potok, published in 1985.

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But the deprivations of war and the Depression take their ruthless toll. For Davita Chandal, growing up in New York in the 1930s and '40s is an experience of indescribable joy-and unfathomable sadness.











Davita's Harp by Chaim Potok