Words seem inadequate. It's so much easier to talk about works of fiction than it is someone's experiences, emotions, and expression of self. As I read Anne Franks's words, I was equally amazed and humbled by the young lady's skillful writing. Her vocabulary was astounding. Her thought processes amusing and poignant. Certainly, she read like a child at times, but that is just as it should be. She was a child living in, what I believe, most of us would consider unimaginable circumstances.

That Anne Frank's life ends in such misery and sorrow as described in the afterword is only made more powerful in the faint hope expressed in Anne's journal entries as the long-awaited invasion progressed toward eventual victory.

Although this is certainly not a feel-good read, I'm so glad I read it. It's such a commentary on the human spirit.