Discovered in the attic in which she spent the last years of her life, Anne Frank's remarkable diary has since become a world classic—a powerful reminder of the horrors of war and an eloquent testament to the human spirit. In 1942, with Nazis occupying Holland, a thirteen-year-old Jewish girl and her family fled their home in Amsterdam and went into hiding. For the next two years, until their whereabouts were betrayed to the Gestapo, they and another family lived cloistered in the "Secret Annex" of an old office building. Cut off from the outside world, they faced hunger, boredom, the constant cruelties of living in confined quarters, and the ever-present threat of discovery and death. In her diary Anne Frank recorded vivid impressions of her experiences during this period.
By turns thoughtful, moving, and amusing, her account offers a fascinating commentary on human courage and frailty and a compelling self-portrait of a sensitive and spirited young woman whose promise was tragically cut short.
No matter what your age, gender, nationality, everyone should read this masterpiece.
Having re-read this three times, I guess it goes without saying that I am a fan of this wonderful novel.
It is difficult to imagine the hardship and living standards that this young girl had to endure, yet her diary can give us a glimpse into her ordeal. Though life was dull and her highlight of the week would be peeling potatoes, Anne managed to see through the darkness. This is what I admire about her.
I often find myself lost in her bubbly writing, immersing myself in her daily routines within the secret Annexe they lived in for two years. Even the most plain tasks are bought to life by Anne's passion for writing.
Reading the book, I frequently forget how young Anne was; as young as me. Yet, the sophistication and her understanding of the world is what keeps me flipping through her diary. Anne's concept of things are so intriguing and fascinating that it is difficult to imagine it being written by such a young teen.
Words can't quite express the aching I feel for Anne. The fact that she never got to forfill her dream of becoming an author is heartbreaking. Yet, I can't forget her words: 'I want to go on living after I die. I want to be remembered.'
Though young, I feel as though Anne understood such complex things, such as the shocking discrimination she was facing, the meaning of life, even the true meaning of love. All of these thoughts and many more were scribbled down in her checkered diary, and I can only thank her enough for sharing her imagination with the rest of the world.