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Book Review: The Diary of a Young Girl, by Anne Frank

I have thought over and over again, on how exactly do I review a book which is one of the toughest that I’ve found to read. I’ve debated with myself if what I write, what I want to write would be a review, and even wondered if such a book can be “reviewed”. To review a fiction is something that is somewhat easy when compared to reviewing a non-fiction. Through an autobiographical non-fiction book, one goes to the story of the author, their experience as they felt it, saw it, tasted it, heard it, smelled it… experienced it. When the book in question is a diary, a personal effect that holds the most dearest of thoughts, sometimes even those that cannot be shared with even the dearest of people, then my thoughts on those thoughts cannot really be a review.

If I think back to when I first heard the name of this young girl, I realize I’ve known a bit of her story since when I was her age, maybe even before. The profound difference that makes her life more interesting than mine is that I was reading a book on a winter night, warm and cozy under my blanket, under the roof of my house and well… comfortable and pampered, maybe even with chocolate biscuits at my side. She, at the same age, was hiding in a “secret annexe” and living in fear of capture, and the consequences of that capture that were sure to follow. So were her family.

A story does not become uninteresting because we know the ending even before we start. How Anne’s story ended is common knowledge. She is one of the, if not the most, talked about victims of the Holocaust. Anne Frank was a girl who had just stepped into her teenage years, who got a diary on her thirteenth birthday and who wrote her thoughts that weren’t valued or heard by others to this diary, a friend who heard her no matter what she had to say, and who she named Kitty. Even to the extent that she felt that “paper has more patience than people”. How wonderful and true a thought that a girl of thirteen years has. She had a loving family, her moods changed often, she had dreams that she believed in and led a life that was normal, like any other but for the fact that she was hiding from the world to survive, because of the cruel dictatorship that was threatening her and her family. People often encourage me to think out of the box, because thoughts that are boxed in will not necessarily grow. Imagine three years of life in a box, hidden away from the world. If we don’t find it interesting to read of such a life, I can only imagine the pain and difficulty those people had to have gone through such a life. Their losses seem mundane to us, because we can’t step into their shoes as readily. The loss of a pen with which we have written a lot may not mean as much to us because we would just go out and buy another. It meant a lot to Anne, and she mourned for its death like the friend it was to her. Even as she mourns, she thinks of how she’d die and how she’d like to be cremated. We, we are mostly afraid of dying and don’t think so far.

Anne Frank’s diary is not only sadness. It’s has mystery, if you look at it deep enough to find it. It shows there are people who are willing to help others when they need it the most. It shows the simplest and purest of feelings like love can be found even in hiding, and even friendships can be forged there. Anne’s thoughts are mature, way beyond her years and I sometimes wonder how could she have had such thoughts at her age… thoughts on the simple things around her, and of things that we discuss only on occasion even now.

To finish this book is difficult because the events that build up to that ending that the world knows is just as tough to swallow as the ending itself. Anne Frank’s life was no walk in the park. Anyone who’s expecting a fast paced, high-English filled book with twists and turns and eloquent imagery can just stay away from reading it, let alone think of expressing their thoughts that the book was a turn-off because it was straightforward and uninteresting. It wasn’t a lovable book, because it’s not a book. It was her diary.

Could something have made the diary even better? Anne surviving the events.

But that’s life. Not every story has a happy ending.

Book Details:
Title: The Diary of a Young Girl
Author: Anne Frank
ISBN: 9788182520295
Genre: Diary / Memoirs
Publishers: Wilco Publishing
Price: INR 199

This book is a personal copy. This is not a paid review.
The opinions expressed in the review are my own, and remain unbiased and uninfluenced.

Shared with First Reads Challenge at b00k r3vi3ws & Write Tribe Festival of Words

(5th March, 2014)


Poetry and writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

16 thoughts on “Book Review: The Diary of a Young Girl, by Anne Frank

  1. Somehow, I have never read this book – I have no idea why. It feels so wrong now, there were many opportunities when the book was close at hand, yet I did not. But this I know for sure – I need to and I will read this.

  2. I remember reading this book, when I was in college and I remember that it had affected me a lot then. Your post is pushing me read this diary once again!

  3. That’s a good review of the book, Leo. As you said, the diary is her heart, so you can’t review it in the strictest sense of the term ; you can only say how much it touched your heart. I love that book, and I admire Anne for what she was and what she was not.

  4. I have always always wanted to read this book but somehow never had a chance. Reading your review and other comments here, I so want to take this up.

  5. This book has been a bible for me. Had read it first about 15 years ago, and it had changed my life, rather my perspective towards life. One of the best books I’ve ever read.

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