I cannot possibly review this book. Night was powerful. If you haven't already done so, I suggest reading this novel.
If you follow along with me on Instagram or on Facebook you might catch my "what I'm reading" posts. This summer, I have dedicated myself to Holocaust survivor stories. Starting first with The Pianist, then to Anne Frank, then to Night and I am currently reading Schneider's List. I've spent countless hours watching survivor documentaries - each one beginning and ending in my tears. And currently I am taking part in a 22 video series on WWII . It's not the prettiest way to spend a summer, but I am a lifelong learner and have set out to learn about these lives and the losses from this event. I simply cannot wrap my head around the amount of loss caused by The Holocaust and I don't think that I will ever be able to fully understand why it happened, and for so long, and why so many souls had to die. I'm sad. Hate confuses me. I don't think I possess the ability to hate. I have never hated anyone before. I simply don't understand it.