6. A book that makes you sad.
There are quite a few books that make me sad, it’s so very hard to pick just one. And to do it without spoilers.
So here are two.
This book, about the childhood view of war, about Death’s view of senseless violence triggered something inside of me that touched me deeply. And the losses in the book, which I read in October, around my father’s birthday only seemed to invigorate the loss that I was still feeling over him from July 21. Each death in the novel, whether it was a minor character or not touched my heart and angered me. Yet it was one of the best books I read last year.
I know so many people who read this book when they were in elementary school/middle school/high school, but I didn’t come upon this book or Elie Wiesel’s story until I took a Holocaust Literature class. This was a class that actually changed my life. I can honestly tell you that. I had the right Professor for it, one who fought to honour those who had been lost in the most respectful manner he could and in doing so allowed his students to see how little we thought of something beyond ourselves.
Elie Wiesel’s heartbreaking, and true, story helped me see that as well. It is a hard read, but I feel a necessary one.