A review by gretatimaite
Night by Elie Wiesel

There are some books I don't know how to rate, even if it needs such a book. This is one of them. It tells a very intimate and brutally honest account of the life of concentration camp survivor. For me, retrospective self-evaluation is key: admitting that you stopped caring for others, that sometimes you even thought that the death of your father might make life more bearable requires great inner strength and acceptance. Moreover, it made me think of the precarity of human condition and the fact that none of us is actually protected from being exposed to bare life. Because it can happen, it is crucial to remember the past and stay attentive to the present. It's an ongoing project.