
She dreamed of being remembered as a writer — and her words have had a life she couldn't have imagined when she died in a concentration camp at the age of 15. Her diary, written as she and her family hid from the Nazis in an Amsterdam attic, reminds us of both the Holocaust's unspeakable inhumanity and the child who somehow managed to say, "In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart."