As a Puerto Rican Catholic kid who grew up surrounded by Polish and Russian Jews, you can imagine what kind of identity complex I had! I loved The Chosen partly because I thought I was part Jew by association (hey, I'd been eating matzoh ball soup since I was five and changed diapers for plenty freshly brisqued baby boys).

As long as we're guessing book titles I used to read this series of children's books about a Jewish family in New York and their five daughters. Anyone remember that?

Edwina, I'll be looking out for Davita's Harp!