Memories of Books.

[sister_luck]

I think I read every children's book about World War II and the holocaust that I could find in our local library. Did it start with Janina David's A Square of Sky which I read in its German translation Ein Stück Himmel? Or was it When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit by Judith Kerr? I don't know, but what strikes me now, is that both were books written in English and translated into German - something which I didn't realize at the time. There were also books written in German, like Damals war es Friedrich and many others, but the novel that impressed me the most is probably Myron Levoy's Der gelbe Vogel, (original title: Alan and Naomi), even though or maybe because it is a book that describes the horrors of that time only indirectly through an American boy encountering a traumatized Jewish girl.
Of course, I read the The Diary of Anne Frank, too, but for some reason it didn't touch me the way Naomi's (fictional) fate did. She escaped, except she didn't, she survived, but the memories were still there.