Elie Wiesel came to my high school, probably around the year 1998. After listening to his speech with us, I made a silent vow to myself to read Night. It took me near fifteen years to work up the courage to read it. I feel that reviewing this memoir would be a disservice. Instead, all I would like to say is that this book made me thankful for all things, even the mundance, it made me cry, and it made me wish I had the courage to write something so profound... and thankful that I don't have anything as profound to write about.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Night by Elie Wiesel
Elie Wiesel came to my high school, probably around the year 1998. After listening to his speech with us, I made a silent vow to myself to read Night. It took me near fifteen years to work up the courage to read it. I feel that reviewing this memoir would be a disservice. Instead, all I would like to say is that this book made me thankful for all things, even the mundance, it made me cry, and it made me wish I had the courage to write something so profound... and thankful that I don't have anything as profound to write about.
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