Joie Kang Kang itibaren Crawley itibaren Crawley

For most of my reading of this book, I truly hated it. It was dark, violent and miserable. It also went on FOREVER. I kept reminding myself that I could only blame myself for being so miserable if I willingly picked up about Nazi Germany. What did I expect? The last few pages, and particularly the very last sentence, made it worth reading. And, I have to admit, it was a phenomenal book. It gave insight into the mindset of many who lived through it that I, the child of a verbose Holocaust survivor, saw for the first time. I am thankful that books like this are out there, and being read (and raved about), so that (pardon me for being so trite) the world will never forget.