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How many books on my tbr list and orbus terrarum challenge

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It's that time of the week again.  The question for this week is HOw many books are on your To be read list?
Got to say on my own personal tbr list is atleast 10(not counting books sent to me by  publishers)and speaking of books on my TBR List


For my orbus terrarum challenge I selected "Night"by Elie Wiesel, who was born in Sighet,Transylvania after the war
He was persuaded by the French Writer Francois Muriac to write this memoir that documented his life
when his family was forced to go to Auschwitz in 1944.  Mr. Wiesel along with his wife Marion would go on to establish the Elie Wiesel Foundation for Humanities  shortly after he recieved The Nobel Peace Prize in 1986 you can go to http://www.eliewieselfoundation.org/ for more information.  I m sure that of the 40 books he has written(fiction and nonfiction) this is  the one that is the most thought provoking  It's one of those books
that will leave an indelible mark in your mind.  You definitely come away feeling saddened by the horrendous
reality  that they were subjected to in the concentration camps and yet I was caught off gaurd by the acts of compassion by the victims themselves.  I am pleased that my daughter's English teacher assigned this book to them because ,to me the only thing that would be a greater tradegdy is if we allow ourselves to forget what happened. On that note I leave you with a quote

"Sometimes we must interfere when Human lives are endangered when Human Dignity is in jeapordy
National Borders and Sensitivites become irrelevant when men or women are persecuted because of their race,religon,or political views that place must at that moment become the center of the universe"
Elie Wiesel

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ketch1714 said…
Hi, blog hopping through : ) ! Happy Friday!
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Kelsey
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bookaddict4real said…
Well hello there and thanks for stopping by!
brandileigh2003 said…
Just hopping by to say hello! I am following and can’t wait to read more from your blog. Check out my FF post
IngridLola said…
Hey, thanks for stopping by The Blue Bookcase! I really enjoy your blog ... and beautiful background! Happy hopping!
pussreboots said…
Happy Friday. Come see how many books I have on my TBR pile.
Becky said…
Hi! Im stopping by on the hop! Nice place you have here! Im a new follower! Have an amazing weekend! : )

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bookaddict4real said…
Thanks everyone for stopping by!
Beverly said…
Hey - just hoppin' by! I started the hop on Friday, but had to leave, just now getting back to it. Hope you had a great weekend! Stop by The Wormhole and say hi!

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