My youngets daughter read it and she things it’s better than Divergent…
The library was nothing like how we had left it. After inching our way through the tunnels that led to it, we waited and watched. Beyond the odd scavenging rodent, nothing else moved. Eventually, Peter indicated that a group of five should move in accompanied by himself. I held back with the others. It must have been over half an hour before they returned.
“They’ve trashed it. They had a number of bonfires for the books. Almost all of them are beyond repair.”
He put his hand in a leather pouch he must have picked up and brought out a book.
“This, I think, is one that you were reading isn’t it, Adam?”
He put the book into my open palms and smiled.
I stared in amazement at it. It was the Diary of Ann Frank and it had escaped the burning.
“How?” I tried to say, but my throat…
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