Decco

Essentially a book about a maturing teenager psychopath's daily life. That's it.

That is until the last two chapters of the book that essentially hog tied me, put an apple in my mouth and roasted me evenly over a fire until I was evenly cooked.

Me sobbing over the last pages of this book: MAKTUB DX

Man, I'm with Cain on this one.

WHAT in the name of eugenics IS THIS?!

I have an interesting story behind this book before my review starts. When I first learnt about the Holocaust when I was about fourteen by looking around on Wikipedia, and I went to my mom asking if she knew what it was, she pivoted, and looked like "It's time for the talk." After a brief lesson on what the Holocaust was, she told me, "You're skipping school tomorrow and coming to the mall with me."

She bought me Night and just simply told me to read it that day. I started in the ride home, and never stopped this memoir. As you're reading it, and you're reading it as if you're experiencing it for the first time, I see why my mom bought it for me the very next day I asked about the Holocaust and what happened.

In my opinion, I think this is one of the most vital books about the Holocaust that's ever been written, and it's one everyone needs to read at least once in their entire lives.