(If she was, many authors would go out of business.) In fact, this novel has many flaws. Linda Sue Park, like everyone else, isn't perfect. Where it was hard just to simply put a meal on the table. Who would've thought of little Korea and their troubles? Isn't it more important to focus on like Japan or something? Instead, Linda Sue Park shows us how it felt to be Korea, where everything wasn't perfect. When taught about WWII, we usually focus on what happened in the US and major battles. Moreover, you can see which views are biased, and which views are plain facts as an added bonus, you can enjoy the natural sibling rivalry between Tae-yul and Sun-hee.Īlso, When My Name Was Keoko has interesting facts on World War II while giving the novel a plot. Furthermore, this provides more character development as you are shown ' not told ' that Sun-Hee enjoys calligraphy and Tae-yul is more fascinated by mechanics.
By doing this, Park displays two different writing styles: the strict formal writing (Sun-Hee) and the more carefree and slang-y writing (Tae-yul). You just cannot stop turning the pages with these plot twists one after the other and the writing style of Linda Sue Park.Īs I mentioned before, Park effectively changes between Sun-Hee's and Tae-yul's point of view, generally rotating between each chapter. Sun-Hee stays at home dealing with the guilt of causing Uncle to leave which in turn caused Tae-yul to leave. Tae-yul is drafted into the military to help uncle by turning the eyes of the government away. Uncle runs away after Sun-Hee mistakenly gave a false warning. Despite the forced change of names, confiscation of various household items, and the decreased food rations, the Kim family eventually gets separated. Once Korea is captured by the Japanese, everything in the Kim family goes awry. The story ' told from both Sun-Hee's and Tae-yul's point of view ' captures the attention of many middle-school students, and deserves my two-thumbs-up.
When My Name Was Keoko by Linda Sue Park narrates a story of family, secrets, lies, and the desperate times of World War II that call for desperate measures. Of course, I wasn't exactly there, but through the words of Linda Sue Park, I was there.
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