I love reading about the wars and traumatic history that today's world had to go through to make it a peaceful place to live. And I consider World war 2 to be the saddest of those. I love to cry reading about it, wondering if I would be a brave survivor or an unfortunate victim of pathetic people if I lived in that time. My favourite book on WW2, however, is not a direct war book. It's an autobiography—the Anne Frank story. Her diary and her days.

On her thirteenth birthday, her parents gave her the diary. Anne Frank called it "Kitty." Before we move on to the review, let me paint a picture of the situation then. Who doesn't know Hitler? Out of sheer hatred for people of a particular religion, the Jews, Hitler started eradicating people without any logical reason. He was mad, as famously said by everyone. Just because you were a jew, you could not live. This was the simple Nazi motto behind Holocaust, where more than 6 million people were killed simply because they were Jews! Unfortunately, Anne Frank was one of them.

Anne's family was from the Netherlands. When Hitler invaded her country, she and her family and a few other people went into hiding. They hid in the annex at the back of Anne's father, Otto Frank's office building in Amsterdam for almost two years. They did not believe the call-up was about work and decided to go into hiding the next day in order to escape persecution. In the spring of 1942, Anne's father had started furnishing the hiding place. Anne talks about how close she felt to dying at that time. Instead of talking about how scared she was, she says that she was ready to die at any time because she has been afraid of being caught and killed for all those hiding years. On November 8, 1943, Anne wrote the perfect words to describe the waking nightmare of fear. Saying, "At night when I'm in bed, I see myself alone in a dungeon. Or I'm wandering the streets, or the Annex is on fire, or they come to take us away in the middle of the night, and I desperately hide under my bed."

When the Dutch police found out about them in 1944, they were sent to concentration camps. Anne's mother, Edith Frank was kept in the concentration camp till her death due to severe starvation. While Edith Frank's deadbody was left behind, the sister, Margot and Anne were transferred to Bergen-Belsen concentration camp on 30 October, where both contracted typhus fever in the winter of 1944. Both of them died of the illness in 1945 right before the years of war ended.

Anne's father, was the only person who made it through the world war being hidden, found, and sent to a concentration camp. The diary of Anne Frank was later given to him. He was the only person from that annex to make it out of the concentration camp alive.

The diary of Anne Frank elaborates the lives of these people. The fates of these people. The experience and the littlest moments of happiness among the anxious times. I could feel their anxiety, the panic, the countdown of days; for death or freedom. I could feel a young girl's emotions through the book. How she anticipated her first kiss, first love and first war. I got to know the people who lived in that annex, all becoming deadbodies at the end, except Otto. I felt bad wondering how the only survivor of the building, Anne's father Otto Frank could have gotten through the rest of his life with those scary memories weighing on him. How anyone who lived through the Holocaust must have felt of their fate; just because of a religion! It made me think, how Hitler and the Nazis slept peacefully after planning new ways to torture and kill innocent people! How can you live with that much guilt! It made me tear up thinking about how war is so easy to spread, yet people hope for love, for life; they hope for the wars to end, and they die hoping. Till their last moments, their last tears and their last breaths. This book will remain forever in my heart for its raw simplicity and pure emotion. For the brave young girl, Anne Frank.

Rating? 100/100