Anne Frank was born on June 12, 1929 and died while imprisoned at Bergen-Belsen three months short of her sixteenth birthday. “Anne Frank and her family, fleeing the horrors of Nazi occupation, hid in the back of an Amsterdam warehouse for two years. She was thirteen when the family went into the Secret Annex, and in these pages she grows to be a young woman and wise observer of human nature. With unusual insight, she reveals the relations between eight people living under extraordinary conditions, facing hunger, the ever-present threat of discovery, and death, complete estrangement from the outside world, and above all, the boredom, the petty misunderstanding, and the frustrations of living under such unbearable strain, in such confined quarters.”
My mum bought me this book when I was about Anne’s age, fourteen or fifteen maybe. I don’t think I fully appreciated Anne’s story then, but no wonder it was been one of the most admired autobiographies of all time. Her entries are raw and detailed, giving a close and unfettered look into life as a teenage girl. “In the midst of death we are in life” and so Anne’s teenage struggles are as real and jarring as any of ours, only set against an extraordinary background. Tragic and insightful and heart-breaking and inspiring.
Recommended for any high school reader, perhaps ages 14 and up. 4 stars.