Eric DeBoer DeBoer itibaren Luricocha District, Peru
Bunu Alacakaranlık kadar sevmedim çünkü Edward kendisini burada uzun süre Bella'dan uzaklaşmaya zorluyor. Jacob'la dikkatini dağıtmadan Jacob ile yakın arkadaşlığını geliştirebilir, ancak Edward'ın burada Bella'ya kasıtlı olarak acımasız olduğunu düşündüm.
Geçen yaz Jeff ile Dinky Creek'te kamp yaparken bu kitabı okudum. Doğayı takdir etmek için kendimi sayfalarından ayıramıyordum. Bir diğer St. Mary'nin MFA alıcısı tarafından yazılmıştır, ancak olmasa bile yine de aynı miktarda sevecektim. Çok komik. Bar mitzvah teşekkür notlarının edebi bir cihaz olarak kullanılması, tüm mükemmel şeyin en sevdiğim parçasıdır.
Elie Wiesel’s autobiographical account of his experiences in the Nazi concentration camps during World War II. When Wiesel’s friend and mentor, Moishe the Beadle, was loaded into a cattle car with other foreign Jews in Hungary, the local citizenry said that it was the natural result of war, giving the event little importance. When Moishe returned, having escaped the Nazis, telling stories of terror – children being used for target practice, Jews being forced to dig their own graves – he was dismissed as a lunatic. Wiesel’s family had the means to flee for safety, but not the ability to see the necessity. The story that follows is tragic and gruesome. I would also like to say it is unparalleled, but we’ll get to that in a moment. Fifteen-year-old Wiesel and his family remained in Hungary and as any student of history would guess they ended up being shipped off to the concentration camps in Germany. The story follows him on the cattle cars of trains, open to the winter weather, through marches in the snow, to Auschwitz and then to Buchenwald. As they arrive at the camps, one can almost hear the current residents asking for news. How’s the war going? Is help coming? Has anyone out there heard of Auschwitz? Of Buchenwald? If you’re hoping for some higher purpose, or inspirational meaning you won’t find it here. Wiesel tells this story with absolute brutal honesty, including his own descent into depravity. The horrors of the concentration camp drive away his faith in God. He finds his hunger and will to survive is in conflict with his obligation to preserve and protect his own father. He speaks candidly of his shame that he might feel relief from this obligation should his father succumb and pass away. In his role as a writer, telling his difficult story, Wiesel sees himself as a spokesperson for his people, working to tell the story of what happened to the Jews in Germany. He expresses concern in the introduction about whether he is able to find the right words. It would be difficult to argue that he fails - the narrative is poignant and horrifying in its candor and brevity. One need only look to the more recent events in Yugoslavia, Rwanda, and Darfur to know that his message is still relevant, and not a mere history. Hopefully as people hear such things, they do not disregard what they hear as Moishe was disregarded in Weisel's boyhood town, losing their opportunity to take action. Note: This review is not specific to this edition. I read this story out of this book: The Night Trilogy: Night, Dawn, Day
The first book is midway between Artemis Fowl (where there is super duper magic technology and everything is tongue and cheek) and Harry Potter (no technology all magic, and a more serious tone). This book is darker, not as much humor, but it moves quickly. I liked it, but not as well as the first. And of course being the middle book of a trilogy it doesn't stand alone very well.