i've just finished Elie Wiesel's "Day".

this book is well written, close to my mind and heart.

it talks about a man, just like Elie himself, who suffered from the days in the concentration camps and suffered from what came into his brain during the war. he was hit by a cab when he and his lover Kathleen were crossing the street to see a movie. he was sent to a hospital where his life was saved by a young doctor. the doctor felt that this seriously injured guy didn't want to live and he was curious to know the reasons behind. when being asked and challenged, this man went back to his childhood and his days in the concentration camp and discovered his old wounds and roots of suffering. he challenged how he could live when people kept on dying, how he could eat happily when people were starving, how he could love when he was confused...

i enjoy reading this book cuz at certain points our thinking about life and death are alike though i didn't experience the concentration camp torment. but death is so close that i agree living and dying co-exist so living is to die and dying is to live.

My favorite sentences:

• "The problem is not: to be or not to be. But rather: to be and not to be."
• "Hatred puts accents on things and being, and on what separates them. Love erases accents."