The book that got stuck in my head forever, which I could not stop reading, which was like a drug for me was “The Diary of Anne Frank.”
I dont like the war, nor I like to read about it, but this book is not about the war, but about a young girl and her family hiding in the attic in the heart of Holland, crammed with fascists.
The author of the diary is Anne Frank herself. She died in concentration camp after her family was discovered and sent there.
And all that just because they were Jewish.
