I am pretty tired today because I stayed up too late last night. I normally go to bed early, but last night I picked up the book, I Have Lived a Thousand Years around 10:30pm. I couldn't put it down. I think I finally went to bed around 2am. It's a middle grade novel about a thirteen-year-old girl who survives the Holocaust. I found this copy at a thrift store awhile back, but last night was the first time I really started reading it. Apparently, this is a mass-market version that was supposed to be used in schools in libraries. There is a longer version called Elli: Coming of Age in the Holocaust. I read it is much more detailed, so I'd like to read that one as well. I added it to my wishlist on Amazon, but who knows — maybe I'll stumble across an old copy at the Salvation Army sometime.
For school I'm reading Lois Lowry's book, Number The Stars, another story about the Jewish people during the Holocaust. Even though the two main characters are girls, my boys are really enjoying the story. I told them about the other book this morning, and I think they're interested in hearing that one as well. Even though both boys are old enough to read chapter books on their own, which they do often, I still set aside time to read aloud to them. They usually draw while I'm reading, and it's a nice way to end our school day.
I am pretty sure we have a copy of Ann Frank's, The Diary of a Young Girl as well, so I'm going to try to round that up. Maybe one of the girls have it in their rooms. I read Corrie Ten Boom's book, The Hiding Place last summer. That's another inspiring story of love and survival.