Elie Wiesel proves in Night how powerful words can be and how powerful the lack of them can be. For as well written as this book is, I was aware (and it drove me crazy) how obvious it is that Wiesel only reveals a small fraction of his story. He doesn't lie... but he under-shares to the point that each anecdote and all of the imagery is extra eerie because without Wiesel spelling it all out for the reader, the reader must imagine it on his own. He admits that he'd rather under-write than over-write in the introduction, and I agree, and I think that under-writing would be a wise goal for many writers. Also, I have no idea what kind of writer I would be if I survived a Concentration Camp. I might not be able to write about it at all. Sometimes if I share a very persona story with someone prematurely I feel really gross and like a huge sell-out to myself. Slutty, sort of. If Wiesel had shared everything, I think it would have made his story and his life too vulnerable. Both are his own. 
 On a side note, I really enjoyed hearing about the faith of the Jews in the Concentration Camp. That's something I wonder about a lot but don't read about. Was their faith in God stronger or did they feel abandoned? Obviously, it was mixed, but very interesting to hear about. I wanted even more of this. I wanted more of muuuuuch of this book. 
 Last 2 sentences of the book: "From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me." 
 Creepy, beautiful, powerful, and a very fast must-must-must read.