I hate to label this as young adult nonfiction because so many people have a prejudice against any book labeled for children or young adults and so miss out on some wonderful and fine literature.This autobiography begins in 1939 when a little Jewish Hungarian girl Aranka Davidovitch, known to all...
Babi’s time spent in prayer grew longer. After supper she would put on her angora shawl, take her prayer book, and sit in her armchair facing the front window, becoming so absorbed in her reading that she did not even notice the fading of the light. One evening, Rozsi and I came in from sitting o...