What makes the book work is due to Anne being flawed, if she was likable and perfect like Margot, I'd probably find her diary dull. It's amazing how a girl born in 1929 displays the same kind of insecurities as any girl from today or before. That might be why the book refuses to date, every generation has been able to identify with Anne.

Although I'm a boy, I have identified with some aspects of Anne. At her age, I was like her. Talkative, badgering and over the top and for that, I was judged by my peers and family members. That's something I saw myself in, but I didn't have her inflated ego. I had a low self-esteem, she didn't.

I didn't understand her animus against Edith. The few times she struggles to explain why she dislikes her mothers comes across as petty grudges like her resentment over a past incident she was never able to forget. She looks down at her neighbors, insensitive to their personal dramas. Again, those flaws are what makes Anne a fascinating narrator. She describes the daily life of living in a annex with frequents jabs and a cattiness I found addictive.

It's not a "flaw" if it's the entirety of her being. The whole reason the book exists is as a thin propaganda attempt to provoke sympathy. Poor little rich girl. She's a stuck up brat and I can't relate. Ferris Bueller on hormone replacement therapy.

Yes, even more so than the 1959 film version where she's too sugary sweet, not Anne Frank at all. She has character.