Anne Frank: The Diary

(photo credit: Anne Frank Stichting, Amsterdam)
The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
When I was in 6th
grade, I read a book that captivated and devastated me. And those feelings have
remained the same ever since.
The first time I
read Anne Frank’s writing, I experienced shock and amazement and horror and
wonder. Marveling that a girl my own age could write the way she wrote. Horrified
at the hatred that caused her death.
And when my book
club read her diary earlier this year, those feelings returned tenfold. Because
reading her words and her ideas as an adult reader, I realized from a
completely new perspective how remarkable she was.
And then I said
some really strong curse words because she was killed.
When I read her
diary earlier in life (all those times I re-read it), I was reading the edited
version. The first time I’d read The
Definitive Edition
was this year, and I kept wondering if the reading
experience was different only because I was now an adult, or whether reading
the longer edition made that big a difference. I’ll never know. I’d’ve had to
have read the edited version this year, followed by the definitive edition, to
have gotten a good sense.

But these two
things kept making me pause and feel a sense of admiration: her insightful
commentary on herself and her situation, and her marvelous prose style. That
girl could write
The only saving grace is that her diary was salvaged and published. When a book becomes a stronger work upon re-reading it, you know you’re reading something of enormous power. 
The Anne Frank website states these words, and they fill me with hope for humanity: 
“Otto often concludes his letters with the words: ‘I hope Anne’s book will have an effect on the rest of your life so that insofar as it is possible in your own circumstances, you will work for unity and peace.'”


Reader, librarian, & happy little geek

8 thoughts on “Anne Frank: The Diary

  1. You can get bossy, I don't mind. Actually, I think it's available at the local bookstore, which is close to a Starbucks, and it's a perfect day for a walk…and, where's my coat?

    Thanks, Unruly!

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