A review by stephaniereads123
Day by Elie Wiesel

5.0

"You speak of happiness Kathleen, as if happiness were possible. It isn't even a dream. It too is dead. It too is up above. Everything has taken refuge above. And what emptiness here below! Real life is there. Here, we have nothing. Nothing, Kathleen. Here we had an arid desert. A desert without even a mirage. It's a station where the child left on a platform sees his parents carried off by a train. And there is only black smoke where they stood. They are smoke."