I read pretty much anything, from fantasy (City of Stairs by Robert Jackson Bennett) to romance (Bared to You by Sylvia Day) to classics (Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad). The only genres I don't read are self-help and comic books/graphic novels.
A great book. A bit strange to read, knowing the outcome, while Anne doesn't. At times, the book reads like a fictional diary where the author knows where she's going with the story, knows the ending, and is putting in poignant little moments or comments to pull at the reader's heart strings, but of course Anne didn't know the ending when she was writing her diary, and that makes it even more poignant. Reading the last few months of the diary was the hardest because she kept mentioning things she was going to do in October of that year or what she wanted to do after she finished school, after the end of the war, and all I could think was "No, your not going to get to do those things" because the Nazis are coming in a few weeks and you'll die in a concentration camp a few months after that. It was amazing how, with the thought of concentration camps and other horrors on her mind she could still write some really trivial stuff about boys that she was soooo in love with, and the arguments that her fellow companions were having about food and use of the toilet among other things.