This book was my grandmother’s favorite. I remember reading it as a kid, and not understanding alot of it – I certainly didn’t understand the Holocaust, or what it meant to love others unconditionally. It took me a while to remember who wrote this book, and it find it at the library, but it was worth it.
This is a very quick read, as far as number of pages go, but I found myself having to read it in small bits, in order to take it in.
For a totally different look at living through the Holocaust, read this.