I read this book in two short sittings when I needed a break from a longer, more cumbersome book I’m working on. I read half in bed one night and the other half after work the next day. Short, easy read. Wiesel doesn’t mince words; he tells the story, short and sweet. First this happened, then this, then this. He doesn’t embellish or exaggerate. The story is important, not the telling of the story. Of course, the story of his time in a concentration camp is shocking and painful enough, you don’t need fancy plot twists to intrigue you.

My only complaint is that I felt a little unfulfilled with the ending. I was hoping he would have somehow found out what happened to his mother and sisters at Auschwitz or told me more about life after his evacuation. But Night is not about life after, it’s about life in a Nazi death camp.

Short, simple, intense and fearsome. I even recommended it to my boyfriend who isn’t exactly a literature buff!