Shelf Control is a weekly meme hosted by Bookshelf Fantasies. Every week, book bloggers come together to talk about a book they own, but have yet to read. Check out some of the other blogger’s TBRs on today’s post!
I’m a bit ashamed about this one.
I’ve had Anne Frank’s The Diary of a Young Girl on my TBR list for about three years now. I have a lovely softcover copy of the book. I still haven’t read it. Why not?
To be honest, I’m not entirely sure.
I think the book weighs heavily on me. Reading fictional accounts of the holocaust is one thing, but Anne Frank’s diary pours salt into the wound and rubs it in. And it should. It is the raw, painful, honest truth of a horrifying period in human history. I know a little about the horrors that will reside beneath that pretty cover, and I need to find courage to face them.
I’m a girl of whimsy, and I like to read light stories. The Diary of a Young Girl is heavy, dark, and soul-crushing. Or, at least, I imagine it to be. What horrible things humans have done to one another! This book is simply one reminder of that fact.
I’m not writing an glimpse of this book, or an outline of facts. We all know what it is, and if you don’t you’ve been living under a rock for the last 70 years.
I can’t remember when I bought this book. When we were in Waltham, I think, so I haven’t had the book more than three years. I’m going to try to rally my courage this year and read it. It is good, sometimes, for the soul to be stripped raw.