The memoir/biography of Kati Preston, Hidden: A True Story of the Holocaust, is one of the most beautiful, and ugliest, pieces of literature I have read this year. The story, through the child eyes of Preston, is pure and honest, yet because it is adult Preston writing the actual story, there is some of that maturity included. The ugly of the war and things done is told in the words a child understands, slightly “sugar coating” it (they say the Russian soldiers are “hurting the […]