I’ve read other books about the Holocaust, but this is the first time I’ve read Night.
All I can think, now, is, who am I to deserve to be happy? Why am I able to feel contentment in my own home with the sweet smell of caramel cookies wafting through the air? What did I do to deserve such a good life, free to be lived in accordance with my own choices?
This world, this life, is very unfair.