I took a couple of days off before reading the end of the diary because I didn't want it to end. I felt like, as long as there were more entries left, Anne would be alive for me.
I read this book aware of the fact it was real; there had been a real person writing those letters about her real life. How many times she talked about "life after the war"! This book doesn't only make you think about war and hate but also about life itself. No matter how bad things are, we still make plans for the future. We hope for them. We never know, but we think we'll make it.
And some, like Pim, will.