This was a beautiful story. Sad, painful, agonizing, frustrating, and just plain beautiful.

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Well worth reading

I'm not entirely sure why, but I felt it was important to read this trilogy. Perhaps because I believe we need to remember past sufferings, even if we're not directly impacted by them. These books are heavy, and a bit sad, but I encourage everyone to read them and consider the circumstances. Elie Wiesel's writing has a beautiful voice. ( )

I recall this novel being vivid; not refracted through memory or parable. The couple in the novel went to see the film adaptation of Brothers Karamzaov. That's odd to recall those detail after 18 years. ( )

I felt like this novel was about life and happiness rather than death and despair, but that really depends on how you choose to focus on it. The preface poses an important question about the will to live and how we perceive life after experiencing death. I think Day was a great complement to Night and would recommend it to anybody that enjoyed Night. ( )

Review: Day by Elie Wiesel. Very good sequel to “Dawn“ the second book of this trilogy. I liked the true story of the first book and the connection of the Author’s character and his thoughts written to create the other two as novels. Elie Wiesel wanted the last two books to present another way of living after he was away from the death camps. As in the second book he was the terrorist and not the victim.

This last book was great. It was only 102 pages so I read it in one sitting. In this book he portrayed his character of possibility having a suicidal impulse throughout the story. The ghost of his past haunted him to no end. He had no future or even a honest present. He lied to all and was good hiding in his suffocating thoughts. There was one person who got to know him well.--- Kathleen…..

“One evening Kathleen told him she couldn’t believe in the integrity of his love”.
“You claim you love me but you keep suffering. You say you love me in the present but you’re still living in the past. You tell me you love me but you refuse to forget. The truth is that I am nothing to you. I don’t count. What counts is the past. Not ours: yours. I try to make you happy: an image strikes your memory and it is all over. You are no longer there. The image is stronger than I. You think I don’t know? You think your silence is capable of hiding the hell you carry within you?”

I explained to her: a man who tells a woman he thinks he loves, “I love you and shall love you forever; may I die if I stop loving you.” believes it……And yet one day he sounds his heart and finds it empty. And he stays alive. He cannot forget. The images are there in front of his eyes. “I think if I were able to forget I would hate myself. We are nothing but suffering, shame, and guilt. We feel ashamed and guilty to be alive, to eat as much bread as we want, to wear good, warm socks in the winter. It’s inevitable. Anyone who has been there has brought back some of humanity’s madness“.

This was said between the two of them the night before the “accidental” brush with a taxi cab as he step off the curb…….
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