September 26, 2012
“The Diary of a Young Girl” by Anne Frank
I love this book, it’s one of my favourite books and has captivated me ever since I read the last line “Anne’s Diary ends here”. I went out and bought the book today, I felt like I had to have a copy of the book because it has influenced me so much.
The first time I read this book was last year, in September (I think) and I had to read it for my English assignment. Little did I know that I was to fall in love with this book and have it make me depressed and obsessed. I would have never picked up this book and read it if I had the choice to. This just goes to show me that I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.
My newly bought copy of “The Diary of a Young Girl” by Anne Frank.
When I started reading it, it was sort of like any other book I’ve read, but told in a slightly different manner. She just told us about her life, and how she was a normal kid living in the time of World War 2, going through what other girls go through with attracting boys and common adolescent problems.
Then, with the Nazis invading the Netherlands, Since the Franks family were Jewish they had to go into hiding (with another family) or else be placed into a concentration camp. She just told us about life in the Annex that she hid in, problems that they faced, her feelings and yearning for freedom. This was incredibly captivating for me, I loved reading about her life. Since it was a diary, I felt such a strong connection with her, and I was completely lost in the world of Anne Frank. Especially her yearning for a boyfriend and freedom, I felt so sorry for her and just loved the way she talked about how she felt in the situation was in. It gave me quite a good insight into the female mind, which to be honest, wasn’t much different to my mind.
Then, when I got to the last page and read the last line “Anne’s Diary ends here” I was absolutely devastated! I have no idea why, I think it was because I felt so connected with her that when it ended so suddenly, it was like losing a really good friend. I really wished it never ended. I would have loved to keep reading on and on about her life, even if it is boring.
She motivated me to write my original diary on paper, but I stopped because of University. If only she knew how much of an influence her diary has made to the world, she’d be so proud!
