Book Review

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The DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL

                                                                                 - ANNE FRANK





This book is marvelous creation. This book is a real diary of a 14 years old jew girl, who lived in Germany during   Hitler period. Hitler don't want Jews to live so they went for hiding to save their life from concentration camps

They lived without basic needs for two years in a secret place where they have only rotten potatoes and spinach, and they don't even have restrooms 

THIS IS A WAR BETWEEN HITLER AND THE DREAMS OF YOUNG JEW GIRL

 I said already that this book is a marvelous creation because it is a perfume where you can get the essence of war, politics, adventure, secret, family quarrel, her dreams in outside world, romance, fear, book reviews, history, their life, her own thoughts

                           This book is a mixture of comedy and tragedy

Finally they caught up by gestapo (German police force) and she died in the age of 15-16, in the camp the girl's father who came out alive published her diary as a book

                     She died, but still, she is living with her dreams in this book


If you wish to understand teenage girl's thoughts and feelings, this is the right book for you, there are everything in this book, she wrote everything in a casual way

                                                                                                        - Nila  












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