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The non-fiction book I read was The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank, back in the tenth grade. The most heartfelt aspect of the book is the accuracy with which it portrays human relationships, with your peers as well as family and goes on to discuss matters of war religion, philosophy and everything under the sun where a human mind can possibly go. It is the relatability of this exceedingly personal account that makes one go and open the same pages again and read them with the same smile as I once read it with as a tenth grader in school. Anne's account offers a fascinating commentary on human courage and is a compelling self portrait of a spirited young lady with whom I share several commonalities: our interest in the royal family, mythology, tendency to view relationships and our ever-thinking overboard minds!
Anne is also a dreamer who dwells on the deeply philosophical often igniting controversial issues and finding herself in hilarious sticky spots because of that. However, one thing is for sure that Anne believes in the inherent beauty of people and life, she believes in magic and is ever hopeful for a better tomorrow where she will encounter better things. History might disagree with me and say that Anne's wish remained unfulfilled for her promise was tragically cut short but for those who know Anne right from the personal pages from her diary would know that she would be laughing, seeing those rather  unflattering descriptions of people now reading her book, her incessant chatter almost on the verge of the book being banned in certain areas. Anne’s diary is conclusive proof that words have power, they have the power to change and outlive human life, the power to make one's life worth remembering even while one thought one was doing nothing all this time.