It has been 70 years since the Holocaust, and even though I'm not "personally" affected by the atrocities, I find myself deeply moved by Elie Weisel. The story of his travel through Concentration Camps with his father is touching, saddening and motivating.
At one point Elie Weisel proclaims that his biggest struggle was when he understood that his "God died." A once religious boy was turned cold and disillusioned with the idea that the God he worshiped would allow devoted followers to suffer so gravely. This moment in the book held me captive for quite some time. I spent days imagining what Weisel was experiencing, wracking my brain attempting to live the moments that he and his comrades endured. At first I was frustrated that I couldn't even surmise the conditions in which they lived, but eventually I became thankful that I do not have the capacity to create these terrible conditions, even mentally, for myself.
A compelling first-hand account of daily life as a prisoner in an internment camp.
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Found your blog through the crazy-for-books blog hop (two weeks ago!) and had to comment about this book because I so vividly remember the line "it was not a bird, it was not a bird" and the horrifying scene it was found in . . .
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