My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This book has been on my list for a long time, and I wish that I had read it sooner. It is not for the faint of heart as it covers Elie Wiesel’s journey during World War II in several German concentration camps. His battle is heart-breaking – from the Jewish community who couldn’t fathom what was happening to the terrible journey forced on prisoners right before the German surrender.
The disbelief of the Jewish community, even as they were being persecuted, brings to mind the current political/world situation and how easy it is for people to make excuses for the actions and beliefs of others, even if they are stated out-right and in bold type. Chilling.
Though I’ve read other similar accounts to Wiesel’s, I found this one particularly moving as we see him lose his faith, both in his God and in other people. I know that he eventually comes back to his faith from reading about him, but the amount of personal anguish he shares is riveting and unbelievable. It is no wonder he won the Nobel Peace Prize for his work in 1986.
If you have a few hours, I highly recommend you read this slim book. It is well worth your time. For me, I plan on reading the other books in Wiesel’s trilogy, Day and Dawn, as soon as I’m able.