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480 pages, Paperback
First published September 8, 2015
If I had books, if I could scrape together an education, I'd have a future, whether any man ever asked me to marry him or not.
“My books promised me that life wasn’t just made up of workaday tasks and prosaic things. The world is bigger and more colorful and more important than that.”
I didn't promise to write another diary, though. Once someone reads your diary, you're never the same again. You realize you're not alone when you write, and you start to write for the person who will read your words. I think that's a bad thing, but I'm not sure, because I do think of being an author someday, and authors have to commune with their readers.The entire story is told through Joan's diary, and that a diary would be detailed enough and coherent enough to carry a story is a conceit readers agree to in the beginning of the book. That paragraph from the last entry undermines the conceit, though, because it twists Joan's voice and the author's together, and what Joan wrote before is pulled out of its context and reframed.
I don’t mean that in an anti-Semitic kind of way, because the Jews are good and noble-hearted and love God.
She was overjoyed to hear from me, but I think she is a little prejudiced, because she’s worried that the Rosenbachs are educating me so they can convert me to Judaism…Maybe she’ll let me teach her about the goodness of the Jews.
My love for him was so pure that I wanted to give him everything, even if I lost myself.
“Oh, David, don’t you see? You’d still be free, because we wouldn’t be married. And nobody would blame you. They’d blame me, because they always blame the girl. I’d be the one taking the risk, and I don’t care about being depraved, because it doesn’t feel depraved, not when we’re in love-“