Maybe I’m just in a depressing mood.  Both of the books that I’m currently reading are super depressing and while trying to decide on my flashback book this week, I realized that all of my options were fairly depressing too. Ah well. I guess it is the dead of winter. I’ll give you something cheerier come April.

I read this for the first time when I was in forth grade.  We were taking those standardized state tests.  I have always been a quick test taker, so I’d finish before some people had their names written on their papers, then I’d get to read in silence for the next 2 hours. Bliss. I remember reading this during one of these times and my throat just closing up.  This is the first book that I have a memory of bringing me to tears.  This may have been my first real, non-fiction exposure to the Holocaust.  I was fascinated and repelled and just in love with the real girl who was Anne Frank.  Even to this day I have this morbid draw to books about World War II and the concentration camps and all that.  I think that that probably started with this book.

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