There really isn’t anything I can add that many other reviews haven’t already done. It’s a five star read because it is important, because it is real and because the holocaust is something we should never forget.

I'm really surprised by the number of people who thought this book was boring.
I could understand how an adult man might find the musings of a young girl rather dull, but how can people in general not find this journal utterly fascinating? Here is a teenage girl who up until the end wrote with the same emotional consistency as when she began. Whoever thinks this books is boring is because they simply fail to realize, or even imagine the conditions in which this diary was written under. To think how this young girls personal life continued beyond the details of the war is rather remarkable.
What would anyone else have written about in their diary as young boy or girl in the same predicament as the Franks?
Anne is surprisingly strong and mature for her age, impressively intelligent, and although there was a World War going on, her own particular world never abated. Her personal life was just as important, if not necessary in order for her to survive the day to day living conditions at the Annex.
Yes, there were brief moments of panic, but she had to live life, even if her living space was limited. She carried on as if being in hiding was a mere temporary inconvenience. She wasn't going to let that rob of her of her right to claim her passage into womanhood..her God given right to experience puberty, moodiness, emotions, and even love.

Here I thought I was about to read the semi-interesting scribbles of a blooming young lady, with ambiguous references to the war. But there is nothing cryptic about her diary. She shoots straight from the hip in this incredibly and shockingly honest account of what life was like for her and her family living in hiding during the WW. It's not what I expected at all. I expected something rather tame, but it's far from it. This young girl was very interesting and quite special.

You can't read this journal and think it's just an ordinary diary of a young girl, because it's not. Anne's diary is a representation of how other Jewish families lived and coped during the Nazi war. That's a pretty powerful thing. Many people don't realize how fortunate we are (thanks to Anne Frank, her Father Otto Frank and Miep Gies) to have some insight on how it must have been for the Jews to coexist this way. Because of Anne, we have an idea of how it was like to live under floorboards, in between walls, and behind bookshelves. This diary humanizes and brings back to life the Jewish people who mysteriously disappeared but who had not yet died.
I love this diary and I'm so grateful to have read it.


It must have been extremely difficult for her father Otto Frank to read his daughters diary after her death.

Para el año de 1944, en la reseña de Ana Frank,  las escrituras  en su diario, empieza a ser más  continua, y escribe con más detalle sobre la guerra, sobre el enamoramiento  que sentía por Peter Pels,  escribe con  ilusión  que tal vez en el mes de octubre ya  pueda volver a la escuela.


Ana es dramática, se victimiza con regularidad, se deprime  piensa que nadie la comprende. Igualmente es divertida y llorona, pero al mismo tiempo  reflexiva y sensata. Ella misma identifica  la existencia de dos Anas,  la que todos conocen y la que habita en lo más hondo de su existencia, es tan detallista que indica hasta  la lista y las características  de sus compañeros de colegio.


En la medida que escribe a lo largo de esos dos años, señala que desea ser periodista o escritora  y desea  utilizar su diario, como testimonio de lo sucedido en la guerra.


Las relaciones con su madre, son muy ásperas, discuten frecuentemente, e inclusive le pone sobrenombres para no decirle mamá. Siente un gran cariño y admiración a su padre, a quien afectuosamente le llama Pim, la convivencia con su hermana Margot, es moderada,  la describe como una persona  vacía, fría y con falta de carácter.


En ese cuarto que ella denominaba la casa de atrás, transcurrieron  dos años,  ayudados por los trabajadores  de la oficina, hasta que fueron denunciados y arrestados.


Con el nombre  El diario de Ana Frank,   se reconoce la publicación de los diarios personales escritos por Ana Frank  , escritos entre el  12 de junio de 1942 y el 1 de agosto de 1944 para  un total de tres cuadernos,  Igualmente escribió varios cuentos los cuales están protegidos en el Ana Frank Zentrum de Berlín.


Ana y su hermana  mayor  Margot,   permanecieron  recluidas  por un tiempo en los campos de concentración de Westerbork  en Holanda y Auschwitzen Polonia, posteriormente fueron deportadas   al  campo nazi  Bergen-Belsen en Alemania, donde las dos fallecieron, durante la epidemia de tifus,  originado por la ausencia de higiene en el lugar de confinamiento, entre febrero y marzo de 1945.


Edith Holländer  Frank,  falleció por  agotamiento en el campo de concentración de Auschwitz-Birkenau, el 6 de enero de 1945,  Otto Heinrich Frank, fue el único sobreviviente  del holocausto, falleció  el 19 de Agosto de 1980


El jefe de la familia,  Hermann Van Pels,  fue llevado el 6 de septiembre de 1944 a las cámaras de gas de Auschwitz, donde deja de existir una  semanas más tarde. Auguste Van Pels , muere  en el mes de abril de 1945,  en el campo de concentración de Theresienstadt y Peter Van Pels  falleció  5 de mayo de 1945, tres días antes de la liberación. En cuanto a Fritz Pfeffer, murió en el campo de concentración de Neuengamme, el 20 de diciembre de 1944.


El diario se publica por primera vez bajo el título Het Achterhuis  “La casa de atrás”,  en Holanda en el año de 1947, por la  casa editora  Contact.  En  el mes abril de 1955,  se distribuye la primera versión del libro en  español con el nombre Las habitaciones de atrás, a través de la editorial Garbo, Barcelona.

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4.25|5 || The Read Harder Challenge 2018 - A book published posthumously ||

One of the most important and moving books I’ve ever read.
I adored charming and witty Anne. She managed to do what so many others never accomplish in their writings: she brought me into her world without any effort. Her voice resonated in my head and heart every day since I’ve started this book. She feels like a close friend, like part of the family. Moreover, I was impressed of how emotionally intelligent she is, how much she grows up in such a short time.
And through the whole book my heart was broken because I knew the end. The unfairness of life, the wrongdoings of so many other people, actually the whole climate which got Anne and her family and millions other killed, all of these are despicable. And it’s even more unbearable to think that all happened just a few decades ago.
I’m emotional thinking about Anne and I know that the connection that I have with this book will not disappear any time soon. It will stay with me for years to come.

I admit that I avoided this book for quite a while, put off by its imposing fame. This was a mistake. Anne Frank’s diary deserves its popularity.
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What struck me, first, was how well-written it was. Frank received her diary at the age of thirteen, shortly before her family was forced to go into hiding. From the very beginning, however, the diary is charming. Quite naturally, she possessed what many experienced writers struggle to develop: a voice. It is not an easy thing to make oneself heard with just pen and paper. For Frank it seemed as effortless as breathing. She comes alive in these pages.
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Not to belabor the point, but as somebody who both aspires to write and who attempts to keep a diary, I was deeply impressed. It is one thing to write well for others, to produce something great after much revision. But to write so well purely for oneself, with no audience in mind, and at such an early age? It is humbling. Granted, Frank’s personality came to the aide of her literary talent. Unlike so many writers, she was quite extroverted; she keeps her focus on the doings and events of those around her rather than wallowing in her own thoughts (which, admittedly, she does do from time to time). This helped to turn what could have been an illegible record of petty frustrations (like my diary) into something that often resembles a novel.
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Under any circumstances, then, I think that Frank would have been an author worth reading. Yet, of course, she was not living under just any circumstances. As a Jew in hiding from the Nazis, her diary is also a remarkable historical document—a window into an atrocity. She ably captures the terror of living in hiding, but also the annoyance, the boredom, the loneliness, and the longing, as well as the moments of hope, love, silliness, and fun.
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Of course, all of this is seen through the eyes of a teenager. Though at times strikingly mature, Frank is very much an adolescent in these pages, and can often be petulant and childish. Yet this is not a criticism. Indeed, though I have the great privilege, as a teacher, to work with teenagers, nothing in recent memory so powerfully brought back the feeling of being an adolescent than this diary. It was enlightening to vicariously relive this tempestuous phase of life.
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It need not be said that this diary is ultimately a tragic document. The thought that such a bright and blameless girl could be so senselessly murdered—it is heartrending to consider. And hers was just one of millions of tragedies—more visible, perhaps, but not any more senseless or horrific. I do not think I can offer any moral or consolation, only the hope that many others read this diary, as well as other first-person accounts of historical atrocities. All of this really happened, and might again.

I happened to read several diaries, and almost every time I didn't get rid of this feeling : How honest can you be, after all, with yourself, in a journal that you know will be published, a diary which is and is not just yours ?
What percentage can we imagine, associating the life of the character in the pages of such a diary - with the real reality ? Pretty much, I think, but not totally, any diary also leaves room for projection, for fictionalization.
Well, that wasn't the case, here.Anne, in the Amsterdam hideout, writes only for her.It's the only way out.
Anne writes to herself with the double " Kitty ".Reading the pages, realizing that you are reading Literature, which this 13-year-old girl is able to do naturally, reviewing the documentary of the Nazi invasion of the Netherlands, the feeling created is one of bitterness. Kitty is Anne, and Anne would die, Anne writes, Anne has observations and an ambition that make you feel small, that make you to be ashamed of your old diaries. Reading this book , you're feel at the same time so small, and so big, in front of what we call History, Life. The 13-year-old girl synthesizes and overcomes a reality in front of which many adults would break their hands in agony, hysteria, despair, which happens under her eyes.
At the same time, it seems useless to me, even a snobbery, to judge this text literary, to interpret it. It's all a macabre drama, of which only his father, Otto Frank survived.
Anne's diary becomes the best-known testimony of a World War II Jewish victim. This diary is shoking, it created the feeling of watching a death live, a death on credit, like as you go to a movie, and no matter how much you like the character, you know it just as well that it's just a projection of you, that he's going to die, very soon.
I've never had a harder test of what I read, like in this book.

Heart breaking

This book left me utterly devastated. It's a testament to the power of storytelling, capable of eliciting profound emotional responses.

The narrative, chronicling Ann's life, is a harrowing journey, and the ending delivered a shock that still resonates. The abrupt shift from Ann the writer, sharing her experiences, to the stark reality of Ann the deceased child was a gut-wrenching moment.
Tears were inevitable.

Witnessing Ann's struggles, her difficult relationship with her mother, and her constant battle against oppressive circumstances was profoundly moving. No child should endure such hardship. The injustice of her situation, the denial of her potential to become the writer she yearned to be, is a heartbreaking tragedy.

This book has secured a permanent, poignant place in my heart.

Ann's story, though tragic, is a powerful reminder of resilience, the importance of empathy, and the enduring impact of a life, however brief.

This is a book that has been read so much and not much more can be said that hasn't been said already. It's a book that's not necessarily loved for its skill of writing, not for its entertainment value, not for its education about World War II, but for its historical context. The context that is within these pages show the inner thoughts of a young girl (ages 12-15) and her emotions, feelings and anxieties while living together with her family and others, hidden away for a little more than 2 years of her life.

Its historical context is what sets it apart from other histories of the time. Pages and pages of optimism create a sort of paradox of what's actually happening outside of the secret annex at 263 Prinsengracht throughout Europe.

As a 42 year old reading this completely for the first time, I actually find myself filled with awe at how such a young girl could deal with the daily anxieties of being the target of the ideology of a certain individual and political party at that time in history. The sadness one feels while she talks about a childhood friend of hers being taken by the Gestapo and assumed for dead and later learn that as of today (August 2022), that friend of hers Hanneli Pick-Goslar still lives and is 93, while Anne has been gone for 77 of those years.

This is a collection of moments, scribbled on pages that have outlasted many of us, cementing a yearning for peace and understanding which we still haven't grown as a society to implement and live by.

Edit October 2022: I read this a month prior to going to visit the Anne Frank House in Amsterdam, Netherlands and getting to actually see the space that she frequented along with her family and others -- I can say it was quite an experience. If you don't feel something while going up and down the narrow stairs and passageways, then you aren't getting it. You're not allowed to take photos inside and I think that's perfect - the memories will be there for a long time. That, in itself, is better than any photo you could take.

آن فرانك هي طفلة يهودية من أصل ألماني عاشت في زمن ألمانيا النازية ارتحل والدها أوتو فرانك لهولندا معتقدا أنه سيجد الأمان من إضطهاد النازية لكن الظروف ساءت حين غزت ألمانيا هولندا واضطرت الأسرة للإختباء مع عوائل يهودية أخرى في ملحق لمكتب والدها وفي هذه المذكرات تكتب آن يومياتها في تلك الفترة التي حاصرهم بها الخوف
المذكرات لا تقتصر على الحالة النفسية التي عاشتها آن تحت وطأة ذلك الخوف وفي ظل الظروف القاسية ولكنها تبدو رحلة تحول للكثير من الإنفعالات والتقلبات التي تمر بها أية مراهقة غير أن ظروف الحصار جعلت تلك الإنفعالات مختلفة حادة أحيانا وقاسية على من عاشوا معها وحنونة في أحيان أخرى شاعرة بالذنب وراغبة في الحب والتفهم لمشاعر من حولها ..

عاشت آن قصة حب مراهقة لفتى جمعتها به ظروف الحصار وفي صفحات كثيرة كانت آن تحكي مشاعرها تجاه بيتر وهي مترددة ما بين أن تكون تلك العلاقة هي صداقة أم علاقة حب .. في نفس الوقت عانت آن من استصغار من حولها لها على أساس إنها طفلة لذلك كانت كثيرا ما تشتكي من عدم تفهم الكبار لمشاعرها خاصة وهي تعاني من عدم القدرة على التواصل مع والدتها للدرجة التي كانت تشعر إنها قادرة على الإستغناء عنها

أمور كثيرة كتبت عنها آن أهمها ما عاناه اليهود خلال تلك الفترة من الغزو الألماني ووطأة الجوع ربما قد تهون في ظل أن تكون لصيقا بأناس غريبين عنك عاجزين عن فهمك وذلك في فترة تقارب الثلاث سنوات وفي ملحق لم تخرج منه آن أبدا إلا لحتفها

تتوقف آن عن الكتابة فجأة بعد خيانة من أحدهم وكل من كان معها في الملحق سيق لمصيره
رحلّت آن إلى أحد المعسكرات النازية وماتت بمرض التيفوس بعد وفاة شقيقتها

أصبح ذلك الملحق مزارا للسياح

يجب أن أذكر إنني كثيرا ما شككت في وجود شخصية آن على الرغم من أنني شاهدت صورها ولا أدري لماذا !

A book I read during adolescence marks me as a moving and sad story—and to think that this book tells a true story. The reality of our world is exposed to sensitivity and accuracy and riddled with the truth, but the truth comes out of the mouths of children.

Dear Mom and Dad, Dear Friends,
That’s my end. They have come to take me to be shot. To hell. Dying at the utmost of victory is a little unfortunate, but what cares? The importance of an event is just in human’s mind. Pierre Benoit/ February 08, 1943/ Free interpretation from Letters of Those Who Were Being Shot.

A letter to Anne Frank

My Dear Little Girl,
Until today, it has never occurred to me that going through a page of a book into the last page was so annoying and distressing. I have read too many books that its author has left it in the middle but any open ending and unfinished one hasn’t been so painful for me. If I read the book disregarding your story, it is nothing more than the personal notes of a freshly mature girl: description of unimportant stories, the passionate feelings of adolescence and nags about food and living conditions during the Second World War. But now that I know what happened to you, will I can leave easily your wishes, the future you imagined for yourself, your dreams and hopes without grief and tear? You wished to be devoted to something, you wanted to be useful and make joy for all those who you might never saw. You wanted to live even after your death. Although your memories didn’t end the way you wanted, Although the story of your grey but hopeful days remained unfinished, I followed your unwritten story up to the top of Auschwitz chimneys, until the Bergen-Belsen mass graves. Your wish came true. You are a symbol of innocence, hope and depredated childhood for me and thousands of others. Though you lost your life, your love to the life, to the tree, to the sky has become a power in our heart to fight that part of human nature which took the living chance from you to not portray your fate in other children; To you and Peter be the last children of human being who were drawn to the cross of injustice and discrimination. Yes, we swore and we will stand up to the day that human being is the helper of the other one.
Tehran, February 12, 2018

پدر و مادر عزیزم، دوستان عزیز! این پایان کار من است. آمده‌اند که من را برای تیرباران شدن ببرند، به جهنم. مردن در منتهای پیروزی کمی تاسف‌آور است، اما چه اهمیتی دارد؟ اهمیت یک واقعه تنها در خیال آدمی‌ست - پییر بنوآ 8 فوریه 1943 / برداشت آزاد از نامه‌های تیرباران شده‌ها

نامه‌ای به آن فرانک

دخترک عزیزم

تا امروز هرگز پیش نیامده بود که گذر از یک صفحه‌ی کتاب به صفحه‌ی آخر برایم چنین عذاب‌آور و ناراحت کننده باشد. کتاب‌های زیادی خوانده‌ام که نویسنده آن را نیمه‌کاره رها کرده، اما هیچ پایان باز و به سرانجام نرسیده‌ای این اندازه برایم دردآور نبود. کتاب را اگر فارغ از سرگذشتت بخوانم، چیزی نیست جز دلنوشته‌های یک دختر تازه بالغ: شرح ماجراهای بی‌اهمیت، احساسات پرشور دوران نوجوانی و غرولند‌هایی درباره‌ی خوراک و وضعیت زندگی در دوران جنگ جهانی دوم. اما حالا که می‌دانم چه بر سرت آمده، مگر می‌توانم از آرزوهایت، از آینده‌ای که برای خود متصور بودی، از رویاها و امیدهایت، به سادگی بدون اندوه و اشک بگذرم؟ تو آرزو داشتی وقف چیزی شوی، می‌خواستی مفید شوی و برای همه‌ی آن‌ها، حتی کسانی که هرگز ندیدی لذت بیافرینی. می‌خواستی بعد از مرگت هم به زندگی ادامه دهی. اگر چه خاطراتت آن‌طور که می‌خواستی به پایان نرسید، اگر چه داستان روزهای خاکستری ولی پر امیدت ناتمام ماند، اما من داستان نانوشته‌ی تو را تا بلندای دودکش‌های آشویتس دنبال کردم، تا گورهای دسته‌جمعی برگن. تو به آرزویت رسیدی. تو برای من و هزاران تنِ دیگر نمادی هستی از معصومیت، امید و کودکی‌ای که به یغما رفته است. اگرچه زندگی تو از دست رفت، اما عشقِ تو به زندگی، به درخت، به آسمان در قلب ما نیرویی شد برای مبارزه با آن بخش از سرشت انسان که فرصت زیستن را از تو گرفت، تا سرنوشت تو در کودکان دیگر تجسم نیابد، تا تو و پتر آخرین فرزندان انسان باشید که به صلیب بی‌عدالتی و تبعیض کشیده می‌شوید. آری، ما قسم خوردیم و تا آن روز که انسان یارِ انسان باشد مقاومت خواهیم کرد

تهران - 12 فوریه 2018

Anne Frank went into hiding , in 1942, with her parents and sister and four other people , in the sealed off back rooms of an Amsterdam office building , when the Nazi invaders of the Netherlands , intensified their persecution of Jews.

They were all discovered in 1944 , by the Nazis, and of the group , only Anne's father Otto Frank survived the war. Anne died in the hideous death camp at Belsen.

In this remarkably intimate and beautifully written classic , Anne documents the two years in hiding - how they survived , amusing observances about the different residents of the house , as well as her own remarkable development , such topics as her sexuality and the development of her relationship with Peter Van Daam , as well as her sparkling brilliant intellect.

She reveals the peculiarities and personalities of the people who live with her in the annexe , in a series of accounts and amusing anecdotes.

One could ask why the Nazis brought about the death of this good , intelligent and charming child. One should ask what moves man to commit such horrors. What moved the Nazis to kill over a million Jewish children. What moves people to justify the murder of Jewish children in Israel today by Arab terrorists , or to justify the monstrous tyrannies in North Korea, Red China, Zimbabwe or Iran?

The book can equip young people to answer the questions that will be thrown at them today: Why did the Nazis do what they did? Why did the people of Europe allow it to happen? Why do we need the State of Israel?

We are living in time when values are distorted , moral relativity and the inversion of the truth are the order of the day. Anti-semitism is on the march again , in the shape of genocidal hatred of Israel. It is today that it becomes so relevant , Anne Frank's word in her diary: " It's twice as hard for us young ones to hold our ground and maintain our opinions , at a time when all all ideals are being shattered and destroyed , when people are showing their worst side , and do not know whether to believe in truth and right and God'.