From April 1942 to March 1944, Hélène Berr, a recent graduate of the Sorbonne, kept a journal that is at once an intensely moving, intimate and harrowing document and a text of astonishing literary maturity. Hélène Berr’s story is painful and beautiful, foreshadowing horror amidst an enviable appetite for life, for beauty, for literature, for all that lasts. It offers a unique view of the tragedy of World War II, through the eyes of a young French Jewish girl in the city of love.
