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The Bronze Bow

4.5/5 (35 valutazioni)
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Sep 1, 1997


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The Bronze Bow, written by Elizabeth George Speare, is a dramatic historical novel that tells the story of eighteen-year-old Daniel bar Jamin—a hotheaded young man intent on revenge for his father’s death at the hands of the Romans. His goal is nothing less than to force the Romans out of his homeland of Israel. His hatred for the Romans only begins to subside when he starts to hear the calm lessons of the traveling carpenter, Jesus of Nazareth.

Daniel learns about the healing power of love from the teachings of Jesus. As Jesus says to Daniel: “Can’t you see, Daniel, it is hate that is the enemy? Not men. Hate does not die with killing. It only springs up a hundredfold. The only thing stronger than hate is love.”

Elizabeth George Speare won the 1962 Newbery Medal for The Bronze Bow. In 1989 she was presented with the Laura Ingalls Wilder Award for her substantial contribution to children’s literature.

The Bronze Bow is suspenseful, well-crafted tale of friendship, loyalty, love, home and community.

Sep 1, 1997

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"I was born in Melrose, Massachusetts, on November 21, 1908. I have lived all my life in New England, and though I love to travel I can't imagine ever calling any other place on earth home. Since I can't remember a time when I didn't intend to write, it is hard to explain why I took so long getting around to it in earnest. But the years seemed to go by very quickly. In 1936 I married Alden Speare and came to Connecticut. Not till both children were in junior high did I find time at last to sit down quietly with a pencil and paper. I turned naturally to the things which had filled my days and thoughts and began to write magazine articles about family living. Then one day I stumbled on a true story from New England history with a character who seemed to me an ideal heroine. Though I had my first historical novel almost by accident it soon proved to be an absorbing hobby." Elizabeth George Speare (1908-1994) won the 1959 Newbery Medal for THE WITCH OF BLACKBIRD POND, and the 1962 Newbery Medal for THE BRONZE BOW. She also received a Newbery Honor Award in 1983, and in 1989 she was presented with the Laura Ingalls Wilder Award for her substantial and enduring contribution to children’s literature.

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The Bronze Bow - Elizabeth George Speare



A BOY STOOD on the path of the mountain overlooking the sea. He was a tall boy, with little trace of youth in his lean, hard body. At eighteen Daniel bar Jamin was unmistakably a Galilean, with the bold features of his countrymen, the sun-browned skin, and the brilliant dark eyes that could light with fierce patriotism and blacken with swift anger. A proud race, the Galileans, violent and restless, unreconciled that Palestine was a conquered nation, refusing to acknowledge as their lord the Emperor Tiberius in far-off Rome.

Looking down into the valley, the boy could see the silver-gray terraces of olive trees splashed with burgeoning thickets of oleander. He remembered that in the brown, mud-roofed town every clump of earth, every cranny in a stone wall, would have burst into springtime flower. Remembering, he scowled up against the hot noonday sun.

He was waiting for two figures to reappear among the boulders that tumbled on either side of the path just above him. He was puzzled and uneasy, at odds with himself. Who were these two who had been so foolhardy as to climb the mountain? He was resentful that they had reminded him of the village, fearful that they might look back and discover him, yet unwilling to let them out of his sight. Why was he so bent on following them, when all he had wanted for five years was to forget that other world in the valley?

He glimpsed the boy again, some distance up, then the girl. Some memory nagged at him. Brother and sister, that was evident. They moved alike, with a sort of free, swinging ease. They had the same high cheekbones and dark ruddy complexions. Their voices were sharp in the clean air. Daniel could see the girl clearly. She had stopped to snatch a cluster of pink flax blossoms and she stood now, poised on a rock, her face lifted, her yellow head covering slipped back off her dark hair.

Look, Joel! she cried, her voice coming down to him distinctly. How blue the lake is! You can see the tetrarch’s palace in Tiberias.

Daniel’s black brows drew together fiercely. Now he recognized the boy. He was Joel bar Hezron, the redcheeked boy who used to come to the synagogue school, the scribe’s son, the one the rabbi held up for an example, the one they used to tease because his twin sister always waited outside to walk home with him. She had an odd name—Malthace. Five years ago that was, and Daniel could still feel the hurt of seeing her waiting there outside the school, while his own sister—

We’re almost there! the boy’s voice rang out. The girl sprang down from the rock. The two flicked out of sight, sending a quick hail of pebbles bounding down the path. Daniel moved forward with the caution of an animal stalking its prey.

He reached the top just as the girl, flushed and out of breath, flung herself down on the patch of grass where Joel waited. She snatched the head covering clear off, letting the wind pull at her hair. Daniel could see them pointing out to each other the landmarks below.

From where he crouched he could not see the valley, but he knew the sight of it well enough. How many times had he sat where those two sat now, looking down on the village of Ketzah that had been his home? Not so often these last years, but at first, before he had got used to life in the cave. Sometimes he had climbed up and sat here till dark, straining his eyes to catch the specks of light, picturing Leah and his grandmother at their evening meal, wondering if he would ever see them again. He never had, and he had stopped remembering and wondering—until today.

Now that Joel and his sister were no longer shouting, the wind hid their voices. He stared at them, disappointed and baffled. He had to hear them. More than that, he was fighting back a longing to speak to them. His own people—after five years! He looked down at his bare calloused feet, at the goatskin tunic bound with a thong around his waist. What would they think of him, those two in their clean robes and leather sandals? Suppose he should risk his freedom for nothing? But he could not help himself. Like an animal lured out of hiding, he edged slowly from behind the rock.

Instantly the boy was on his feet, the girl swiftly up beside him. He might have known they would be off at the sight of him. To his astonishment, they stood still. He saw Joel’s hands clench; the boy was no coward. Daniel stood on the trail, his heart pounding. If they ran from him now he could not bear it. He fumbled for the remembered greeting.

Peace be with you, he said.

Joel did not relax his guard. Peace, he said shortly; then, What do you want?

No harm, Joel bar Hezron, said Daniel.

How do you know me?

I heard your sister call you. I am Daniel bar Jamin.

Joel stared, remembrance suddenly livening his face. The apprentice who ran away from the blacksmith?

Daniel scowled.

No one blamed you, said Joel quickly. Everyone knows how Amalek treats his boys.

I care nothing for Amalek, Daniel said. Can you tell me about my grandmother and my sister?

Joel frowned and shook his head. I’m afraid I can’t. Do you know them, Thace?

The girl had been frightened, and her breath was still uneven, but she spoke with a frankness like Joel’s.

There is an old woman who comes to the well in the morning, she said. She lives in a house behind the Street of the Cheesemakers.

Yes, Daniel said hungrily.

The girl hesitated. They say she has a little girl who never goes out of the house.

Still? He had thought perhaps in all this time—That is my sister Leah, he said. He wished he had not asked. It had been better not knowing.

No one has ever seen her, the girl went on. But I know that she’s there. I’m sorry. I wish I could tell you more.

Daniel hesitated, embarrassed, but unwilling to give up.

There was a boy named Simon, he said. Six or seven years older. He was bound to Amalek too.

You must mean Simon the Zealot, said Joel.

You know him?

I’ve heard of him. He has his own shop now. They say he gets more business than Amalek.

He used to help me, said Daniel.

He has a reputation for being a good man—and a good patriot.

Would you give him a message for me? Would you tell him I’m up here? I’d like him to know.

Joel looked surprised. You mean you live up here?


Alone? Is it safe? I mean—they say the mountain is full of robbers.

Daniel said nothing.

Aren’t you lonely?

I don’t live alone, said Daniel.

Oh. Joel was baffled. Don’t you ever come back to the village?

I’d just get dragged back to Amalek’s shop.

I suppose so. Yes, I’ll tell Simon, of course. How long since you ran away?

Five years, about. Simon will remember me, though.

The girl spoke, in a straightforward voice that matched the look in her eyes. Five years! Do you mean your grandmother hasn’t known where you were in all this time?

Daniel looked at the ground, his lips tightening.

Tomorrow, when she comes to the well, can I tell her I’ve seen you?

Daniel looked back at her with resentment. He had long since managed to quiet his conscience, and he did not like having it stirred up again. If you like, he said. He felt angry at himself now, and disappointed. Why had he given himself away after all these years? What had he expected? There was nothing more to stay for.

You’d better go back, he said, turning away. You shouldn’t have come up here.

Why not? asked Joel, looking not at all alarmed.

I’m warning you. After this, stay in the village. He walked away from them.

Wait, called Joel. He looked at his sister with a swift question, and she nodded. We—we brought our lunch. Will you eat it with us?

The blood rushed up into Daniel’s face. He had not asked for their charity.

It’s not much, Joel said. But we’d like to talk to you some more.

Was it possible this boy had made the offer in friendship? Slowly, like a wary animal, Daniel took a few steps back and let himself down on the grass. From the pocket of the wide striped girdle that bound her waist, the girl pulled a neatly wrapped bundle. Joel produced a small flask which he handed to his sister, then sat down and solemnly held out his hands. With astonishment Daniel watched the girl pour a little stream of water over her brother’s hands. Hand-washing before a meal—he hadn’t given a thought to it for five years. He wouldn’t have imagined that even a scribe’s son would carry water all the way up the mountain just to observe the law. Then the girl turned toward him. He saw the question in her eyes and the slight shrinking, and a stubborn pride stiffened him. He was a Jew, wasn’t he? He held out his hands, and watched the drops trickle over his blackened knuckles, embarrassed, thinking how the men in the cave would hoot if they could see him.

The girl unwrapped the bundle and made three small piles, equal piles, he noticed, not skimping herself the way his mother used to do. Then Joel spoke a blessing and they handed Daniel his share, a few olives, a flat little loaf of wheat bread, and a small honey cake whose taste his tongue suddenly remembered from childhood. For the first time Daniel felt his tight muscles begin to relax. His eyes met Joel’s, and the two boys studied each other without hostility.

Why did you come up here? Joel asked, wiping the last crumbs of cake off his chin.

In some way the food had made it easier to speak. I knew there were caves up here, Daniel answered. All I wanted was a place to hide where Amalek couldn’t catch me. But I couldn’t find any caves, and I wandered around for three days, and then—a man found me.

He thought of how Rosh had found him lying flat on his face, starving, half frozen, his back still raw from the last flogging. How could he tell this boy what that night had been like? He remembered the terrible moment when he had seen the man bending over him, and how Rosh had reached out a hand, not to strike him but to help him to his feet, and then, when he had flopped over, how Rosh had picked him up and carried him like a baby all the way to the cave.

A robber? Joel questioned.

A good man, said Daniel fiercely. He took me to live with him.

What’s it like up here? What do you do all the time?

Hunt. Wolves and jackals, even panthers. Sometimes we hunt as far north as Merom. I work at my trade too. I made a forge to work on.

Joel looked impressed. Even the girl was listening with dark eyes as lively as her brother’s. Daniel looked at the other boy with curiosity. He had been trying to find a distinguishing mark about Joel. What is your trade? he asked.

I’m still at school, said Joel. I’m going to go on to be a rabbi, probably. But I studied sandal-making too. I could earn my living at it, but I’m sorry for the man who has to wear my sandals.

Daniel nodded. Of course Joel would be a rabbi. He had always been the smartest boy in the school. But even a rabbi must learn a trade, like any other man.

Why did you come today? he asked. No one comes up here from the village.

The girl laughed. We’ll be skinned alive if anyone finds out we’ve come, she said.

We always planned to, Joel explained. Ever since we were children. We weren’t allowed to because it’s supposed to be dangerous. Today’s a holiday, and we just decided to come without telling anyone. It was our last chance. We’re leaving the village and going to live in Capernaum.

His sister frowned at him. I don’t see why you always have to sound so dismal about it, she protested. I think Capernaum is going to be wonderful.

Joel’s face looked suddenly closed. His fingers snapped the tops off the red blossoms, one after another. It was plain to Daniel that this was an old argument between them.

What more do you want? she demanded, forgetting Daniel in her insistence. A big house to live in, shops, and people, and a school with the best teachers in Galilee!

Joel went on snipping the blossoms savagely. Father doesn’t want to go, he said. He’s only going to please Mother.

Well, she answered, Mother left it all to please him once. It hasn’t been easy for her, living in Ketzah. Why shouldn’t she go back, now that Grandfather’s left his house to her? It doesn’t really matter to Father where he is, so long as he has his books.

Daniel listened, shut out again from the clean, safe world that they shared. But all at once his attention was diverted. Far down the mountain, on the narrow ribbon of road, he spotted a moving line that threw off reddish flashes of metal in the sunlight. Legionaries. At the sight, black hatred churned up in him. Out of habit he spat violently. The shocked attention of the two jerked back to him, and they followed his savage gaze, leaning to peer at the moving line.

Romans! snorted Joel. Daniel liked the way he said the word. He spat again for good measure.

You hate them too, said Joel, his voice low.

Daniel closed his teeth on a familiar oath. I curse the air they breathe, he muttered.

I envy you, said Joel. Up here you’re free.

No one is free, said Daniel. So long as the land is cursed by the Romans.

No. But at least you don’t have to look at them. There’s a fortress at Capernaum. I’ll have to watch them all the time, strutting around the streets.

Oh, Joel! the girl protested. Do they have to bother us?

Bother us? Bother—! The boy’s voice broke. I should think even a girl could see—

Of course I see! She was stung almost to tears by her brother’s contempt. But what use is it to be always making yourself miserable? The Romans won’t be here forever. We know that deliverance will come.

You’re talking like Father!

But he’s right! The Jews have been worse off before. There have always been conquerors—and there was always deliverance, Joel.

Joel was not listening. He had caught Daniel’s eye, and the two boys were studying each other, each asking a silent question.

Malthace sprang to her feet, recognizing well enough that this time it was she who was shut out. I’m not going to have my holiday spoiled by those soldiers, she said, with the trace of a childish pout. We’ve climbed all the way up here and you’ve scarcely looked at the things we came to see.

Joel turned back to her good-naturedly. We’ve seen something we didn’t expect, he said. Daniel.

She tossed her head. What about the places we used to talk about? The plain where Joshua marched out against the heathen kings?

Joel shaded his eyes, taking his bearings. Just below them the village clung to the rocky slope, the dark block of the synagogue showing clearly among the clustering flat-roofed houses. Around it circled the gray-green olive orchards and the fresh, clear green fields of grain, banded by purple iris and shining yellow daffodils. To the south lay the lake, intensely blue. To the north, beyond the line of hills, through the shimmering, misty green of the valley, the silver thread of the Jordan wound up to the shining little jewel that was the Lake of Merom. Suddenly bold, Daniel got to his feet.

There, he pointed out. On that plain. Horses and chariots drawn up against him, and a great host of men like the sands of the shore. And Joshua fell on them and drove them as far as the Great Sea.

He saw surprise on their faces. They thought he was an ignorant savage. The girl did, anyway. This was something he knew. Five years ago, that first morning, when he was warm and fed and slept out, Rosh had brought him up here, and stood with an arm across his shoulders, and pointed to the plain in the distance, and told him how a few brave men had dared to go out against a great army, and how they had won a great victory for Israel. Up here, in the clean sunlight, Daniel bar Jamin, orphan, runaway slave, had found something to live for.

All the mighty ones, he said, remembering Rosh’s very words. Joshua, Gideon, David, all of them fought on the soil of Galilee. No one could stand against them. It will be so again.

Yes, breathed Joel. It will be so again. God will send us another David. His eyes glistened, as though he too could see the shadow of a vast army moving on the distant plain.

You mean the Messiah! Malthace cried. Oh Joel, do you remember? We always thought that up here we’d see him.

I was sure, said Joel. "I knew that if we could only climb up here, that would be the day he would come. I believed it so hard, it seemed to me I could make it happen."

So did I. And we would be the ones to rush down the mountain and tell them. And all the people in the village would drop their work and follow him. Do all children have such wild imaginations?

Joel was instantly sober. The Messiah is not imagination. It’s the truth. It is promised.

But straining our eyes at every cloud in the distance, and thinking we would be the first ones—

I still want to be! cried Joel, so passionately that the other two were startled. Call it childish if you like. That’s why I don’t want to go to Capernaum.

But it may be years!

No. It must be soon. Not the way we imagined it, Thacia. I used to think he would come with a great host of angels. Now I know it must be men, real men, trained and armed and ready— He checked himself.

There are such men, said Daniel, keeping his eyes on the distant hills. Without looking, he felt the other boy’s muscles tighten.

I know, Joel answered. Excitement leaped from one boy to the other. The question had been answered.

Malthace looked at her brother, puzzled by something she could not understand. We should start back now, she said. We must be home for supper.

I’ll walk a way with you, Daniel offered. He was thinking that he would like to see them safely onto the main road.

They started down the steep slope of the mountain. Once they left the summit behind, the breeze died down, the golden sun hung close above them, and not a leaf moved beside the path. They did not talk now. Daniel could see that Joel was still seething with hidden thoughts. He suspected that for the girl this holiday had not turned out as she had hoped. As for himself, he was already beginning to wish that they had never come. He had been satisfied up here, not thinking too much, shutting out the things he didn’t want to remember—working for Rosh, and waiting, nursing his hatred, for the hour that would come. He had never had a friend of his own, and he had never thought about wanting one. Why hadn’t he let well enough alone?

Malthace was impatient now. Probably her conscience was beginning to trouble her. But Joel lingered, trying deliberately to fall behind. When his sister was distracted by a clump of myrrh blossoms just ahead, he spoke half under his breath.

There was something else I hoped for when I came up here, he said. I’ve heard that Rosh the outlaw lives on the mountain. I hoped I might be lucky enough to see him.


He’s a hero to every boy at school. But no one has ever seen him. Have you?

Daniel hesitated. Yes, he said.

Joel stopped in the pathway, forgetting his caution. "What I’d give—! Are

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  • (5/5)
    Daniel has been living for years as a member of a band of Zealots who wish to free the Israelis from Roman oppression. When he meets a preacher named Jesus, he realizes that perhaps his path of violence and thievery isn't quite as logical as he'd thought it was. This is a fun book for kids, with adventure, interesting moral lessons, and new friendships. Although Jesus is a character in the book, he is only a minor one--the book is mainly historical fiction, and I think the lessons Daniel learns (violence, thievery, and hatred don't accomplish anything good) are appropriate for kids of all religions or lack thereof. This is a must-read.
  • (5/5)
    I read this in the last two days, while sick in bed. It is part of my daughter's reading list for our Ancient Rome study. I wasn't expecting this book to be so full of intrigue, it even kept me up late despite feeling tired and sick. Very well written piece of historical fiction about an angry young zealot in ancient Rome who meets Jesus.
  • (3/5)
    5439. The Bronze Bow, by Elizabeth George Speare (read 1 Feb 2017) (Newbery winner in 1962) This is the 12th Newbery winner I have read. It is an artless work of fiction, not too well written, telling of Daniel, a Jewish youth living in the time of Jesus' public life, who is livid with hate of the Romans occupying his country. He has a very shy sister who is befriended by a Roman soldier, and when Daniel learns of this he is ready to kill the soldier. The book ends somewhat spectacularly by Daniel seeing that love is better than hate, though through most of the story Daniel, though impressed by Jesus, clings to his hate.
  • (5/5)
    Gripping historical YA-fiction set in the time of Jesus in Palestine. A jewish boy Daniel has a fierce hatred towards the Romans. After his parents have been killed by Roman soldiers he has fled the village to join a group of outlaws that dream of war against the occupying force. When his grandmother dies he have to go back to his old trade as a blacksmith and take care of his sister Leah, who is mentally unbalanced and shy.His hatred and thirst for vengeance is challenged when he meets two children of a Rabbi, the boy Josh and the graceful and beautiful girl Malthace - questions and uncertainty arise - is violence towards the Romans the right path for him? He begins to train other young boys to plot against the army forces. But will rebellion change anything? At the fringes of this story Jesus is lurking, we don't hear him speak directly but through other persons who have met him and they share his message of love and forgiveness.This is a beautiful and action-packed story that takes its characters seriously. Specially the slow change of Daniel towards forgiveness and reconciliation is well told - and also his sister Leah's blooming confidence and maturity is interesting.
  • (5/5)
    A fascinating perspective on the early ministry of Jesus from the perspective of the young zealot Daniel. After years of devoting his life to seeking vengeance on the Romans for the death of his parents, he eventually (if begrudgingly) finds the words of the new teacher Jesus more powerful than the hate he has built his life around.

    The person of Jesus as described in the story seems a little too human, a little too weak; and the Disciples (though not named as such) may be a little too protective of their charge. The conversations with Simon and Jesus, however, feel plausible and true (which had me worried).

    "Can you repay love with vengeance?"
  • (3/5)
    Daniel, a young Israelite man, is consumed by his hatred of the Romans after the unfair crucifixion of his father. He joins a band of outlaws who share his goal of ousting the Romans. Daniel's outlook on life changes when he hears a traveling preacher speak - Jesus of Nazareth.

    Although this book wasn't over the top in pushing Christianity, it seemed to have more of an agenda than purely historic fiction. I liked the story and the characters, but the audio version didn't quite resonate. The narrator, Mary Woods, had a slightly monotone voice. Definitely a narration with a greater variety of character voices would have made this more enjoyable.
  • (4/5)
    Junior Fiction that won the Newbery Award in 1962, and is still a great read. Portraying Jewish culture under Roman rule, this book shows the great contrast that Jesus' message of love brought to a young man filled with hate.
  • (4/5)
    I would reccomend this book to anybody, although specifically written for middle school children. This is on many public schools required reading lists because it is more historical than religious. It takes place during the time of the Roman Empire and their persecution of the Jews--this is historical. Whether you believe in Jesus or not, He is a part of the Jewish and Christian culture and it is appropriate that he be included in this story. I taught 7-8th grade for years and the students all loved this book.
  • (3/5)
    It's not bad, but I was expecting more from the author of The Witch of Blackbird Pond. I find it very hard to sympathize with the main character, Daniel, so I was indifferent to most of the story. Any characters I liked I ended up feeling sorry for because they always recieved the bad end of Daniel's serious anger issues.I do like the way Jesus was portrayed, and I don't think many people could pull off having Jesus be in a fictional book, but Elizabeth George Speare made a passable attempt.
  • (5/5)
    I didn't intend to devour this book, honest. But the more pages I read, the more I wanted to see what happened next. It's the tale of a young man named Daniel. He's a Jewish guy living in the region of Galilee during the reign of the Roman emporer Tiberius. As the story starts, he's living in the hills with a band of robbers, having fled an unpleasant apprenticeship. Think "Robin Hood", and you'll get a picture of how the band likes to see themselves. Robbing from the rich and preparing for the day when they can throw off the rule of the accursed Romans. As the tale progresses, Daniel finds himself drawn back to the village and family that he thought he had left behind. These events and new friends challenge his views and push him in directions he doesn't want to go. It's a good tale which builds up a solid foundation of plot and characters, but then, towards the end, starts rushing along, practically wasting its potential. But I can forgive that because although the story comes to a screeching halt, it ends with a very satisfying conclusion. I'll have to make sure that this one stays on my shelf. --J.
  • (5/5)
    This beautifully written story is one of my all-time favorite books. An excellent use of historical fiction to portray the life of a boy at the time of Christ and bring out the reasons for Christ's coming.
  • (5/5)
    An interesting combination of fiction and biblical history for the YA audience.
  • (5/5)
    Winner of the 1962 Newbery medal this book follows a Jewish boy, filled with bitterness and hate for the Romans who rule his country, takes a long path to love by way of Jesus Christ.
  • (5/5)
    It is a mixed pleasure sometimes when you revisit a book you loved as a child. There is always the fear that it won't be as good as you remembered, that your childhood innocence painted the book with its own colors and made it more than mere entertainment to you. Elizabeth George Speare's The Bronze Bow is one such book for me. On a whim, I decided to reread it for the first time in years. The Bronze Bow is the story of Daniel bar Jamin, a young Galilean Jew living during the time of Christ. His father and mother died at the hands of the Romans, and his younger sister Leah has been left traumatized and empty. Daniel is a Zealot and lives in the mountains with the rebel Rosh, whom he believes will raise an army to rout the Romans from Israel. When his grandmother dies, forcing Daniel to come down to the village and take care of Leah, he hates the cage of responsibility and longs to do something active against Roman rule. But Rosh doesn't seem to share that urgency... Is this wandering preacher, Jesus, the strong leader that Israel has been waiting for? Speare does a good job keeping the story light enough for young readers but dark enough for more mature minds to imagine the backdrop. Daniel's father was crucified along with five other men for trying to rescue his brother-in-law from slavery. Leah's traumatization occurred because as a five-year-old child, she stole out and saw the gruesome scene of her father's crucifixion. The grandmother's death scene is shown, and some of Daniel's friends are killed during a rescue mission. Looking back, I see that I unconsciously took all these darker elements as a compliment from the author to me, the reader: even so young, I could handle them. And these sad pieces of reality are probably what gave the book its resonance, why I have remembered it with such affection all these years. The characters are well drawn. Daniel especially is a very complete character, but the others are very good too. I found Rosh particularly intriguing. Daniel thinks the Romans are the villains, but slowly we come to see (along with him) that Rosh is a parasite too, using the Romans as an excuse for his own pillaging. The lessons about misplaced hero-worship and the growing awareness that comes with maturity are subtle but unmistakable. Thacia, Joel, and Leah are also quite vivid people to me. Sometimes the writing seemed a bit stiff, and other times it was just perfect. It reminded me of the style of Ann Weil's Red Sails to Capri; I don't think there was as much emphasis on avoiding "telling" in favor of "showing" in the 1960s. Some sentences and adjectives were so right that I remembered them even now; the Roman soldier standing in the "broiling sun" always stayed with me. The last scene of this story is perfect to a word. It's a fantastic culmination of character development and all the themes — vengeance, justice, forgiveness, grace — that have been brewing from the beginning of the book. Powerful stuff. The Bronze Bow richly deserves the Newbery Medal it won in 1962, and it is a book I look forward to putting in my children's hands and minds. Highly recommended.
  • (4/5)
    Though the history behind this story isn't something that is a time/place that I'd normally be interested in, Speare is very talented and I could hardly put the book down. I wanted so much for Daniel to be ready to give up his vengeance and have something more in his life, and I read eagerly, hoping for that. Daniel had a lot to learn about the world, and it was a relief to watch him learn it.
  • (3/5)
    I certainly never expected to encounter among the Newberys a book of historical fiction where the main character meets Jesus!Daniel is a young man growing up in Israel during the time of the Roman occupation. Daniel wants nothing more than to rid his land of the hated Roman legions. He joins a band of warriors who are preparing an army to go up against the Romans, but, in time, he sees that the hatred of the band against the Romans is not conquering them. He hears about a rabbi who goes from village to village, preaching love not hate, and he comes to meet up with Jesus and sees with his own eyes the power of love.
  • (4/5)
    This look at the historical time period of Jesus Christ is full of the pain of living in an occupied country. Daniel is torn between fierce loyalty to his country and intense hatred of Rome, who killed his parents. He is responsible for his sister but wants to fight. He makes friends with rebels, but watches them become converted to Jesus, who won't lead Israel in rebellion. By the end of the novel, I wondered just how this story could end, but just as Jesus performed miracles for others, he performed one for Daniel. I liked the exploration of spiritual and personal freedom, as opposed to spiritual and personal bondage that the Jewish nation bowed under during this time period.
  • (4/5)
    Daniel has nothing but hatred for the Romans. They occupy his native land, with soldiers everywhere, and Daniel feels that they are to blame for his parents' death. Though he is only 15, Daniel considers himself a zealot, has taken a vow to avenge his parents, and has run away from his apprenticeship to a cruel blacksmith. He now makes his home in the mountain caves with a band of thieves led by Rosh, a hard but charismatic man who promises to lead the fight against the Roman oppressors. When word comes to Daniel that his grandmother is dying, he returns to the village where he grew up. He finds his grandmother at death's door, and his sister Leah, who is mentally ill and refuses to leave the house, in a pitiable state. Daniel longs to return to the mountain, but when his grandmother dies, he is the only person who can care for Leah. The old smith has died, and the new smith Simon, a friend of Daniel's, has left his forge to follow a new teacher named Jesus whose words are inspiring many in the area. Daniel occasionally goes to hear this Jesus but finds his teachings confusing. Daniel is determined to continue working for Rosh from his position in the village, and even recruits Joel, a friend from the nearby city of Capernaum. Daniel also gathers together a group of village boys who feel the same way he does about the Romans. But when one of Rosh's plans results in Joel being captured and Rosh does nothing to help, Daniel's faith in his leader is shaken. And when Daniel's sister is taken ill with a fever, there is only one person Daniel can turn to -- but will Jesus demand that Daniel give up the one thing he's always clung to: his hatred of the Romans?I found the pacing and characterization in this book very good, though it is a product of its time and contains a few historical inaccuracies. This book will be best appreciated by readers who approach it from a Christian worldview, as it dovetails neatly with Biblical accounts of Jesus' teachings in Galilee during the early part of his ministry. This book is not without bias, and has been criticized for portraying some aspects of Judaism harshly, so that's something some readers may want to keep in mind. As inspirational historical fiction, this book works pretty well -- and since I believe the author originally wrote it for her Sunday School class, that makes perfect sense. I doubt that it will appeal to a broader audience, though.
  • (4/5)
    Disclaimer: I review books on how they stand alone without regards to anyone’s personal views about the author. I review based upon readability and how the book affects my life for good, and less upon literary style.I loved this book because it speaks of many of the great characteristics of Jesus Christ. It shows that Christ did indeed bring his Father's kingdom here to earth, but many did not recognize it readily because of their expectations... But those who allowed themselves to really listen to the words and the Spirit that emanated from Christ were blessed with faith sufficient to understand that the Kingdom of God is a realm of love, peace, courage, and mercy. And, that this love forces all hate and fear away from it. Jesus says to Daniel toward the end of the book when Daniel was finally realizing Jesus as the Messiah, "Can't you see, Daniel, it is hate that is the enemy? Not men. Hate does not die with killing. It only springs up a hundredfold. The only thing stronger than hate is love."On a personal level, too, it shows the fact that Jesus knows each one of us. and wants what is best for us.
  • (4/5)
    I wasn't sure I was going to like this book, even though it had been recommended. It is the story of Daniel, a youth in Israel during the Roman occupation, and as it progressed, I found myself enjoying how the characters were developed. I also had vivid pictures in my mind of the people, the settings, as if I were watching a movie. Well done!If you've read Ben Hur, it is similar in some ways, but not as if the author borrowed from Lew Wallace's classic tale. Good read.
  • (5/5)
    By far one of the very best books I have read, as an adult, it's powerful and touching! What a truly remarkable and amazing book!!!
  • (5/5)
    A beautifully written story that captures the power of love and redemption. It s a good book for young boys.I♥The Bronze Bow
  • (1/5)
    I rate the book this low because, as a "historical novel," from the very beginning, the author has named Israel wrongly.
    At this time in history Israel had not been renamed Palestine by Rome--renamed Palestine, after Israel's long-time enemies, as one more punishment against Israel as Rome committed mass genocide against Israelites/Jews and drove them from their nation, Israel, enslaving many.
    (no, I am not Jewish)
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    Elizabeth George Speare is such an excellent writer that you cannot help but envision yourself among the people and culture she writes about. This book gives a realistic portrayal for children (and adults too) of what it may have been like to live in Jesus' time and to experience the upheaval and uncertainty of the era but to also be affected by Jesus' person.

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    Honestly, I wasn't looking forward to reading this book... I'm working my way back through all the Newbery winners, and past the 1960s, I don't have much hope. I should have realized, though, that Elizabeth George Speare would deliver. I remember loving The Witch of Blackbird Pond. And wow! I can't even put my finger on what is so great about the way Speare writes. It's the description, sure. It's the way the exchanges between characters are so vivid. The events dovetail in a pleasing way. I can't decide - it's all of those things. Every night, I couldn't wait to read. My only quibble would be the rise and fall of action. Daniel is going to fight, no, he's going back to town, now he's back on the mountain, now he's following Jesus, now he's back in town... The arc wasn't as clear as it could have been. Overall, though, what a book.

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