Some people love it when others throw heaps of praise at them. They want it more. It gives them an amazing high. Anne Frank, however, was the exact opposite of them. If she were alive today, she would have surely been bored of the world praising her all the time.
An independent, ambitious, and capable young woman, Anne was wise beyond her years. Her beauty was only accentuated by her terrific sense of humor.
In 2019, I have decided to dive into the ‘bibliophilic pool’. In hopes of acceptance from the ‘board of bibliophiles’ or ‘bob’, if you please, I have been reading up and down, right and left, and round and round. Out of many reads, ‘The Diary of a Young Girl’ by Anne Frank struck me as profoundly beautiful and moving.
I am more than sure that you have either read or heard about the diary over and over again in your life. The emotionally intelligent beings among you might’ve certainly read the masterpiece. In case you haven’t, you really ought to.
I’m sure it will help you conquer your life’s demons, and prevail. Frank’s diary is one of the most famous narratives of the Holocaust, and because it’s written by a girl in her growing years undergoing the most abnormal of circumstances, it humanizes war and genocide.
Anne’s writing is contradictory in its own beautiful yet fleeting way. It grows impressive over time and her astute observation of people and the world grows more and more thought-provoking. It was meant to be a personal diary, dubbed as ‘kitty’. She freely expressed herself to ‘kitty’ in which she chronicled the struggles of hiding under Nazi control while World War II raged and Adolf Hitler’s regime sought to exterminate the Jews and others it considered unworthy of living. She discussed her discourse with housemates, her struggling relationship with her mother, unnecessary fascination with Peter and the immense impact of war on the lives of many.
You begin to grasp the howl and moan between shattering world events and the typical but proficiently expressed reflections of a teenager. This isn’t a diary to enjoy but a bone-chilling experience. Anne provides the best and worst of both the worlds and in the end, the reader is left with a single message: War can only lead to pain and misery.
Anne no longer feels distant, and you begin to fathom not only how people confronted the war, but how you combated your wars while growing up.
I am in awe of Anne’s detailed character’s sketch, information flow, speech, and pacing. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank is the most outstanding account of an average adolescent maturation I have ever read. Her personality, energy, pain, and creative ability keep you glued to her letters.
P.S: Her greatest wish was to be a journalist and, later on, a famous writer. She wanted to go on living even after her death. And, she lives on…..!