I looked around Goodreads before posting this review to make sure I wouldn't get yelled at. 
 This book is worth reading, but not for the reasons you might think. Alex is correct in that Night is a better book in terms of its representation of the horrors of Holocaust Centers, but what makes this such an interesting read is precisely that it isn't about those horrors, or at least not directly. This is a voyeuristic look into the psyche of a bright and socially observant teenage girl who--even admist the horrors of gas chambers and concentration camp internments that were taking place offscreen--was still but a teenage girl with day-to-day insecurities which often took precedence over the imminent physical dangers that she and her family were subject to the entire time the diary was being composed. The dichotomy of these two concepts is where the true horrors lay, in my opinion. 
 I was also reminded, as I neared the end of the diary, a remark David used occasionally to make about abandoned internet blogs in that they're a bit depressing. One moment the author is blogging away, sharing his opinions and ideas (as dumb as they may be) with no intimation that the end is nigh. In another moment it's over--no closure, no explanation of why the blog was abandoned, and certainly no 'Where Are They Now?' VH1 follow-up special. Reading Anne's diary was a lot like this. We all know what happens/happened to her, and yet there it is again--that discomforting 'found footage' feeling of knowing that it's over because, well, it ended. For real. 
 Don't read this book to try to gain an understanding of the genocide that occurred throughout Western Europe in the 1940s. Read it because often times the scariest thing about life is that you can never entirely hide from its terrors, even when you lock yourself away in an attic for two years.