The Diary of a Young Girl Puns

I recently listened to the audiobook of this (read by Selma Blair who did a wonderful job, but I did wonder if she was a little old) and it is one of those experiences that I know will stay with me for a very long time, if not forever.

I have put off, even dismissed, reading this book on the basis that I "knew" the story, probably mostly picked up through the public consciousness, so in a way didn't see the real value in reading it for myself (I'm not a big reader of non-fiction at all so this probably played its part). However I was surprised that rather than being an account of the war this really was a record and incredibly heartfelt insight into the mind of a young girl. Not what I expected at all.

While listening I thought a lot about my own children, some of whom are a similar age to what Anne was at the time, and especially my relationship with them, since so much of Anne's relationship with her mother (and to a lesser extent her father) is laid bare.

My real reason for writing this post though is to try to put into words the cognitive dissonance, or rather failure of, my knowledge that Anne died while I was listening to her words and getting to know her. This only became apparent in a sudden jolt when Selma Blair read the words "Annes diary ends here" and I burst into tears. It was only then that the reality hit me, and it hit me hard.

It's kind of easy to place historical figures into a box in your mind, but because of her diary Anne is real to me now and so is her tragic story.

Edited "Bob fiction" :-)

I never had the chance to read Anne Frank's diary before in school or college so I specifically asked for a copy recently and began reading it as soon as it arrived in the mail.

I really wish I had the chance to read this a lot sooner than I did. Anne's experiences growing up while hiding in the secret annexe with her family, the Van Daan family and a dentist named Dussel are very engaging: from the disputes that arise between these people; methods of staying quiet while people worked in the offices below; the youthful friendship that turns into a young love between Anne and son of the Van Daans, Peter; the ways they celebrated birthdays; the reading materials they had and listening to the radio reports, hoping for news of when the war is going to end.

I wish I read this a lot sooner because Anne's troubles, her insecurities as a teenager are very relatable too. She writes about difficulties with her parents understanding her, feeling that her true self is unable to be shown to people unless if she can truly trust them, writing notes and letters for her sister because it's easier to express herself through that way, etc. She speaks so openly about herself through her diary that it feels like finding a voice of solidarity. I can't help but admire her passion to become a writer too: she frequently talks about wishing to be a journalist and an author. She's become one of the most important writers because of this book.

Despite her insecurities and the tensions in the annexe, she does seem to keep herself sharp with a sense of humour and clever, articulated wit too. There's a surprising amount of times where she's managed to tell stories with so much humour and charm that I couldn't help but smile.

I don't know what else I can say about this book. It's beautiful and it's heart-breaking to know that she was captured. The only member of the secret annexe to survive the holocaust was her father, who made it his duty to share the writing of his daughter.

Has anyone else read Anne Frank's Diary/The Diary of a Young Girl here? What did you think of it? When did you read it? If you haven't read it, do you plan on reading it?

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Dear diary, I'm so scared. It's been a really really long time since I've seen mommy. Uncle John says I can never ever go back home because she doesn't want me anymore. He only just now gave me back my diary, I've begged for it for so long he took everything I had as soon as we got to this cabin, even my clothes.

Uncle John says if I keep being a good girl and let him do what he wants when we have fun time he will maybe let me go outside again. I haven't been outside in so so long, and the chains hurt my ankles. I've asked about daddy too but he told me my daddy was dead and didn't want me anyway so to never ask about either of my parents again or I would get the whip again. I really don't like the whip that uncle John has, it hurts so bad.

Uncle John does bring me food and snacks I like but he wants to have fun time whenever he brings them to me, and I hate fun time. I don't even want to write down what he does when it's fun time, those aren't things I want to write in my diary. He says he is never going to let me go, i don't know how long its been since we first came to the cabin but I know that my hair touches the ground now and I'm a little taller. Maybe it's been a whole year now, I don't know.

I pray every day and night for someone to find me, but I don't think anyone ever will. Uncle John says no one will ever find me. I hurt everywhere and I just want to go home so uncle John can never touch me again, that's what fun time is, it's just touching and poking and it hurts so bad and I miss my mommy so so much.

There were people upstairs the other day, I could hear other voices than just uncle John's, and I tried to scream for help but no one came at all. Atleast not until later. Then they did come, and it was other men. Uncle John said they were my other uncles and they all wanted to show me how much they loved me. I haven't stopped bleeding since then.

He gave me a pen though to write in my diary, he said I had been such a good girl I deserved it. I've been wondering if I should try to hurt him with the pen next time he comes down for fun time, but I'm scared to try, I don't know what to do, he is so big and I don't think I can get away from him.

I hear him coming now I think I'm going to stop writing now and hope he doesn't want to have fun time, I hurt still from all my other uncles the other night

Dear diary, today is October 12th, and today was Friday but mommy let me stay home from school cuz she said we were going to have a mommy daughter day together. We got up early and had breakfast and said goodbye to daddy who was leaving on a trip for his work for the whole weekend, I'm going to miss him all weekend too.

After daddy left and mommy and I got all dressed up, we were going to go see a movie. Mommy drove and even let me pick what music we listened to before we got to the movie. Then while we were watching the movie Uncle John came to see us there. He sat beside mommy and hugged her real tight even whispered in her ear. I don't know why, maybe because it was a kids movie for me but mommy did not seem to like the movie, she didn't laugh at all.

After the movie Uncle John said he was going to come with me and mommy because he didn't have a car. I thought that would be fun, cuz I'd never met Uncle John before, and I wanted to know him he seemed nice. We went shopping next and I didn't like the store at all there was no toys or anything, just camping stuff and tools and and shovels and rope, I didnt know what we were going to do until uncle John said me and mommy and him were going to go camping together, and that did sound fun, wish I'd known uncle John before now. I don't know what was wrong with mommy she was being very quiet the whole time.

We went back to our house before camping though, so I knew I was going to grab a few dolls and other things so I wouldn't get bored. I went straight to my room like mommy said to get ready, and I heard alot of noise downstairs but I figured mommy and uncle John were just playing, so I kept getting my bag ready. After a little while I went looking for mommy, but I found uncle John first, and he told me mommy wasn't feeling good right now and she wanted me to go have fun with uncle John anyway and to have fun.

I wanted to say bye to mommy but uncle John said she was already sleeping and said she didnt want to be woke up and I know how mommy is so that was ok. Now I'm in the front seat of mommy's car with Uncle John! I never get to ride up front, mommy never let's me so Uncle John is so fun. We have been driving for a very long time now, uncle John said we are almost there though I'm so excited, I wonder what kind of stuff we will do, the only part is I'm gonna miss mommy for the weekend but I'll only be gone for the night.

I have to go now diary, Uncle John said we are here at his cabin in the woods it lo

"Oh, just a couple of minutes ago."

now you have to read through the diary for clues

(my 1st wp)

I vaguely remember a YA book I read years ago--about a teenage girl who keeps a diary.

She and her best friend are in love with the same friend, but then said two friends start dating. On top of that, someone is taking the girl's diary and publishing the entries online. There is also another love interest who wears a cowboy hat and does spoken word poetry.

(No, the book is not written in epistolary format.)

Jan 23. They quarantined the city, I'm scared. We need help, my mother is getting sicker.

Jan 26. Mom called, said the hospital was going to transfer her to Jinyintan (a specialised hospital for infectious diseases)...Not sure if it's good news.

Jan 28. Mom is gone. Don't reply, don't give me thumbs up, I'm not in the mood.

Jan 29. Waiting for dad to finish his CT scan, don't know how long it'll take. Squating by the sidewalk, never have I felt so dejected, so powerless my entire life. This is the worst kind of heartbreak, but I need to be by his side until the very end.

Feb 2. Helped dad check into the hospital today, much like he did mom on the 24th. It was raining heavily on that day. I wish I had had one last good look at her. There was a drizzle today. Dad shooed me away from his ward and told me not to come visit again.

Feb 4. I dreamt of mom. She wasn't in the dream, but I was looking for her, asking everyone \"have you seen my mom?\". She didn't know dad got sick too, she didn't know I was looking for her...

Yesterday. Respiratory failure, such a cruel way to die. Mom, would you take dad with you to Heaven where he can breathe freely? And don't you worry about me. Today I asked dad to remember my face, to remember my voice. When I was a kid, you guys used to say, if I got lost, you would come find me, and by the birthmark on my body you would know it was me. I know when we meet again, you will recognise me.

[20 hours ago. Dad, I have lost you too. You go and look for mom now, then you two wait for me. We wi

I read this book multiple times between 1998-2001 so it must have been published around then or before then. It was a modern story about a young girl dealing with typical life problems (school, family, etc). I remember the narrator being pretty sarcastic and trying to expand her vocabulary/using larger words at times to seem smarter. I'm pretty sure she was in the sixth grade but she may have been anywhere between 12 to 15 years old.

I distinctly remember a scene where she describes sitting on her windowsill and shouting into the night that she and the night are both "pregnant" - in the sense that they feel full/ready to burst with emotion/tense feelings or something of the sort. Her boy neighbor overhears her as he is also leaning out his window (I believe they lived in the city??) and she has an irritated/embarrassed exchange with him. She refers to him repeatedly as the "bane of her life/existence". Eventually I think the narrator hints at having a crush on this neighbor boy.

From what I recall of the cover, it looked almost like denim or was at the very least dark blue, and it had stylistic scribbles on it in-character for the narrator.

I remember I really loved this book because it reminded me of a more mature Amelia's Notebook, hahaha.

Any insight anyone can provide would be super helpful!! I would love to find this book again!!

I read this about 10-15 years ago, I think. The younger brother dies at some point, and I remember the older one is thinking that his brother was too sweet to die, remembering that he'd take off his shoes and lay them down so that they wouldn't be stepping on the shoelaces. That imagery had stayed in my mind.

https://www.amazon.com/Anne-Franks-Diary-Adaptation-Pantheon/dp/1101871792

I’m looking for another book similar to The Diary of a Teenage Girl, that has both comic parts and prose. I find that to be an extremely fascinating approach, and I can’t find anything else like it.

I read this book in my 6th grade social studies class. I loved it so much and think about it frequently but have no idea what it’s called.

It introduces the sea ape evolution theory, but it’s YA. The main characters are the modern girl who does archeology with her dad or something? And then also the parallel narrative has the main character of a young sea ape girl who’s “tribe” is migrating to land out of the sea.

Thanks! I really hope we can find it I’ve been looking for years!

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Dear diary, I'm so scared. It's been a really really long time since I've seen mommy. Uncle John says I can never ever go back home because she doesn't want me anymore. He only just now gave me back my diary, I've begged for it for so long he took everything I had as soon as we got to this cabin, even my clothes.

Uncle John says if I keep being a good girl and let him do what he wants when we have fun time he will maybe let me go outside again. I haven't been outside in so so long, and the chains hurt my ankles. I've asked about daddy too but he told me my daddy was dead and didn't want me anyway so to never ask about either of my parents again or I would get the whip again. I really don't like the whip that uncle John has, it hurts so bad.

Uncle John does bring me food and snacks I like but he wants to have fun time whenever he brings them to me, and I hate fun time. I don't even want to write down what he does when it's fun time, those aren't things I want to write in my diary. He says he is never going to let me go, i don't know how long its been since we first came to the cabin but I know that my hair touches the ground now and I'm a little taller. Maybe it's been a whole year now, I don't know.

I pray every day and night for someone to find me, but I don't think anyone ever will. Uncle John says no one will ever find me. I hurt everywhere and I just want to go home so uncle John can never touch me again, that's what fun time is, it's just touching and poking and it hurts so bad and I miss my mommy so so much.

There were people upstairs the other day, I could hear other voices than just uncle John's, and I tried to scream for help but no one came at all. Atleast not until later. Then they did come, and it was other men. Uncle John said they were my other uncles and they all wanted to show me how much they loved me. I haven't stopped bleeding since then.

He gave me a pen though to write in my diary, he said I had been such a good girl I deserved it. I've been wondering if I should try to hurt him with the pen next time he comes down for fun time, but I'm scared to try, I don't know what to do, he is so big and I don't think I can get away from him.

I hear him coming now I think I'm going to stop writing now and hope he doesn't want to have fun time, I hurt still from all my other uncles the other nig