The moon is bored with his humdrum nightly duties. He is always around the same old stars in the same old boring sky. Where’s the fun in that? The sun could u
La notte diventa giorno, e il giorno diventa luce. La luce diventa sole, e il sole comincia a splendere. Lo splendore diventa bagliore, e il bagliore diventa ru
A New Translation From The French By Marion Wiesel Born in Sighet, Transylvania, Elie Wiesel was a teenager when he and his family were taken from their home in
Updated paperback edition with new Author's Note! How could we leave the only world we had ever known? Parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts and uncle