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4.16 AVERAGE
4.16 AVERAGE
Me inspira una tristeza que me hace tardar mucho en leerlo, no quiero imaginar lo que sería vivirlo.
Llama la atención cómo se aprecia la madurez de Ana según avanza el libro.
Llama la atención cómo se aprecia la madurez de Ana según avanza el libro.
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Informatief en indrukwekkende inkijk in het leven van Anna Frank en haar familie ten tijde dat zij ondergedoken zaten in Het Achterhuis. Dit boek moet je gewoon eens gelezen hebben !
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Ayant longtemps entendu parler de Le Journal d’Anne Frank, je m’attendais à un témoignage poignant décrivant directement l’horreur des camps de concentration. Cependant, à la lecture, j’ai découvert un récit différent de ce que j’avais imaginé.
Ce journal est avant tout le témoignage d’une jeune fille de 13 ans contrainte de vivre cachée avec sa famille pour échapper aux persécutions nazies. Anne y décrit son quotidien dans l’Annexe, ses relations avec les autres occupants, ses émotions et ses aspirations. Si son destin tragique est bouleversant, le contenu du journal en lui-même m’a paru relativement simple, relatant des faits de tous les jours, des disputes, des réflexions personnelles et des préoccupations typiques de l’adolescence.
Je reconnais l’importance historique et symbolique de ce livre, car il offre une perspective unique sur la clandestinité et la vie d’une jeune fille dans un contexte de guerre. Toutefois, j’aurais aimé un témoignage plus direct sur l’horreur des camps, l’angoisse de la déportation et la survie dans ces conditions extrêmes. Malheureusement, Anne a été arrêtée avant de pouvoir écrire sur cette partie de son histoire.
Ce journal est avant tout le témoignage d’une jeune fille de 13 ans contrainte de vivre cachée avec sa famille pour échapper aux persécutions nazies. Anne y décrit son quotidien dans l’Annexe, ses relations avec les autres occupants, ses émotions et ses aspirations. Si son destin tragique est bouleversant, le contenu du journal en lui-même m’a paru relativement simple, relatant des faits de tous les jours, des disputes, des réflexions personnelles et des préoccupations typiques de l’adolescence.
Je reconnais l’importance historique et symbolique de ce livre, car il offre une perspective unique sur la clandestinité et la vie d’une jeune fille dans un contexte de guerre. Toutefois, j’aurais aimé un témoignage plus direct sur l’horreur des camps, l’angoisse de la déportation et la survie dans ces conditions extrêmes. Malheureusement, Anne a été arrêtée avant de pouvoir écrire sur cette partie de son histoire.
It's a weird time to be reading Anne Frank's diary.
Not least because I never read it as a kid in school despite reading The Devil's Arithmetic and Night. Not least because I've only recently started to give proper recognition to the Jewish identity from my father's side of the family that was largely ignored when I was younger (I baked my first challah this weekend and I'm very proud of myself). There was a white supremacist rally in the town I'm going to school in this weekend on Holocaust memorial day. It's a weird time to be reading Anne Frank's diary, full stop.
There's nothing that I can say about this that hasn't been said before, more elegantly and possibly by Eleanor Roosevelt. Anne was a writer well beyond her years. Over the course of her diary you get equal parts human proclamations of feelings, the evolution and aging of a teenage girl, and the mental hell that victims of the Holocaust were put through because of bigotry and hatred. There are very few books I've read that have even had the capacity to touch me the way this did, and it certainly left its mark. It's kind of astounding and a little disappointing that this wasn't required reading for me in school. I will also admit to being a little disappointed that I only figured out when I was half way through this that a longer unabridged version also exists, but having only paid a dollar for this version, whaddaya gonna do.
To everyone that didn't read this as a kid, or even to those that did, this ought to be required reading. It's a really odd time to be someone of Jewish descent in the United States (or anywhere, really) right now. I won't act as if its tantamount to the hatred that muslims and others have thrown at them on a daily basis in the US, nor will I act as if I have personally ever been the subject of any of it, but this book serves as a reminder that everything has consequences. Hatred has consequences. Standing idly by has consequences. There are passages of this diary that read almost uncomfortably presciently, as if in her desperation to live and see beyond her four walls Anne aged ten years and saw deep into the hearts of the people she lived with. She wanted to be remembered for her writing, and I'm just doing my part in making sure that her dream comes true.
"Why do some people have to starve, while there are surpluses rotting in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy? I don't believe that the big men, the politicians and the capitalists alone, are guilty of the war. Oh no, the little man is just as guilty, otherwise the peoples of the world would have risen in revolt long ago! There's in people simply an urge to destroy, an urge to kill, to murder and rage, and until all mankind, without exception, undergoes a great change, wars will be waged, everything that has been built up, cultivated, and grown will be destroyed and disfigured, after which mankind w ill have to begin all over again."
Not least because I never read it as a kid in school despite reading The Devil's Arithmetic and Night. Not least because I've only recently started to give proper recognition to the Jewish identity from my father's side of the family that was largely ignored when I was younger (I baked my first challah this weekend and I'm very proud of myself). There was a white supremacist rally in the town I'm going to school in this weekend on Holocaust memorial day. It's a weird time to be reading Anne Frank's diary, full stop.
There's nothing that I can say about this that hasn't been said before, more elegantly and possibly by Eleanor Roosevelt. Anne was a writer well beyond her years. Over the course of her diary you get equal parts human proclamations of feelings, the evolution and aging of a teenage girl, and the mental hell that victims of the Holocaust were put through because of bigotry and hatred. There are very few books I've read that have even had the capacity to touch me the way this did, and it certainly left its mark. It's kind of astounding and a little disappointing that this wasn't required reading for me in school. I will also admit to being a little disappointed that I only figured out when I was half way through this that a longer unabridged version also exists, but having only paid a dollar for this version, whaddaya gonna do.
To everyone that didn't read this as a kid, or even to those that did, this ought to be required reading. It's a really odd time to be someone of Jewish descent in the United States (or anywhere, really) right now. I won't act as if its tantamount to the hatred that muslims and others have thrown at them on a daily basis in the US, nor will I act as if I have personally ever been the subject of any of it, but this book serves as a reminder that everything has consequences. Hatred has consequences. Standing idly by has consequences. There are passages of this diary that read almost uncomfortably presciently, as if in her desperation to live and see beyond her four walls Anne aged ten years and saw deep into the hearts of the people she lived with. She wanted to be remembered for her writing, and I'm just doing my part in making sure that her dream comes true.
"Why do some people have to starve, while there are surpluses rotting in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy? I don't believe that the big men, the politicians and the capitalists alone, are guilty of the war. Oh no, the little man is just as guilty, otherwise the peoples of the world would have risen in revolt long ago! There's in people simply an urge to destroy, an urge to kill, to murder and rage, and until all mankind, without exception, undergoes a great change, wars will be waged, everything that has been built up, cultivated, and grown will be destroyed and disfigured, after which mankind w ill have to begin all over again."
challenging
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
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medium-paced
What to even say about this book.
It was emotions, sadness, reflections, and much more all in one.
Reading her diary, i couldn’t imagine it being real, because being trapped in an attic for almost three years sounds something straight out of a horror movie… but unfortunately it was not.
Her moments of wishing and hoping for her day to come out of hiding. Her dreams of becoming a writer. Her optimism for the future. It made my heart sink everytime, because I envisioned her truly hoping, longing, and even believing in those things in that moment, not knowing her future- yet I as her reader knew the extent of where those dreams would go.
It made me reflect about my life, while no wear near close to her pain and suffering, I found myself connecting to her while I journal, anticipating what I will do in the future, what I want, how I expect things to go, only to realize in the future, I knew nothing at all.
The horrors of the holocaust will never be something I will ever be able to fully grasp and understand, and in a way that is a privilege I have. However with all that happens in the world, it is important we learn of what has occurred in the past for it to never happen again but also to gain perspective on other peoples experiences and perspectives.
It was emotions, sadness, reflections, and much more all in one.
Reading her diary, i couldn’t imagine it being real, because being trapped in an attic for almost three years sounds something straight out of a horror movie… but unfortunately it was not.
Her moments of wishing and hoping for her day to come out of hiding. Her dreams of becoming a writer. Her optimism for the future. It made my heart sink everytime, because I envisioned her truly hoping, longing, and even believing in those things in that moment, not knowing her future- yet I as her reader knew the extent of where those dreams would go.
It made me reflect about my life, while no wear near close to her pain and suffering, I found myself connecting to her while I journal, anticipating what I will do in the future, what I want, how I expect things to go, only to realize in the future, I knew nothing at all.
The horrors of the holocaust will never be something I will ever be able to fully grasp and understand, and in a way that is a privilege I have. However with all that happens in the world, it is important we learn of what has occurred in the past for it to never happen again but also to gain perspective on other peoples experiences and perspectives.
Une grande, grande âme, droite et noble, tellement mature pour son âge, bien plus que tant de personnes, et tellement juste et réfléchie sur tant de sujets… elle aurait changé son temps si elle avait pu