I have only read NIGHT, so am only reviewing the first work in this trilogy.

This is Wiesel’s memoir of his (and his family’s) time spent in Auschwitz. For such a slim volume it packs an emotional wallop. The writing is raw and graphic in places, tender and poetic in others.

The central questions Wiesel leaves in the reader’s mind are: Where is God in such horrible eras of history? How far will one descend when faced with terror and deprivation on a daily basis? How can someone truly recover from such an experience?

The ending, when he looks himself in the mirror, will haunt me for a long time.

The audio book is ably narrated by Jeffrey Rosenblatt. I found his voice irritating at the beginning, but I came to identify his attempt at sounding “young,” after all, Wiesel was just 15 when he was interred, and it ceased to bother me. Rosenblatt does a particularly fine job of performing the last scenes in the book, especially those between Wiesel and his father.