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Anne Frank is a very interesting character. She had such brilliant insight up until the last 20 pages, where she started to compare childbirth to fighting in a war - "Studies have shown that women in childbirth alone face more misery, illness, and pain than any war hero ever has." She never really tends to consider the fact that you're not in constant danger of being killed when in childbirth. Or the happiness that comes with being a mother. The last entry in the book is a very relatable entry. She writes about the 'two Annes' inside of her. The inner, deeper Anne that's a good person. A very insightful Anne, who lives for the mere glimpse of the moon and is curious about a number of sensitive topics, but overall just needs someone to confide in. A friend. Then there's the outer Anne she puts on. The loud Anne, who's a flirt, who's boy-crazy, but who overwhelms the inner Anne on a daily basis. I feel like this every now and then. How many people actually know the inner me? I feel like I have two sides, taking turns showing themselves. The ending is quite possibly the most depressing, cruel ending I've ever read in my life. After reading about her day-to-day life, about her experiences, inner thoughts...you really get attached to her and her life. Maybe it's just because I like to listen to stories about others' lives, but reading that after all that trouble in hiding, she died of typhus mere weeks before liberation just kills me. I think of what might've happened if they had survived the war. The diary might still have been published, but not in this way. It would've been a much shorter version with just notes about how life was during the war. We wouldn't have this incredible glimpse into another life we have today, but we'd have 7 more people alive and happy. In conclusion, the diary of Anne Frank is just that - a diary. People go into it expecting something incredibly exciting and just find a girl's inner thoughts during the years of her adolescence, living in a small annex to a building, confined with the same people. If you go in expecting a diary, you'll get one. A damn fine one, at that, with thoughts about life and opinions you might disagree with, but respect. I might not have known her, but damn, I miss you, Anne Frank.

2022-11-14 17:04