Zlata Filipovic has pinned the horrific reality of war down on paper in the way that only a child puzzled by politics ("Stupid politics!!") can. At first her days are filled with MTV, sleepover parties, studying for school tests, skiing, piano recitals, and weekends at the family's country house - interspersed with Zlata's favourite meal, pizza from Four Seasons.
Almost overnight Sarajevo is engulfed in a terrible war and Zlata is left bewildered, angry, and afraid as her childhood is destroyed by constant bombardments and shortages of the most basic necessities. Her short but simple description of 'the nicest present I ever got' - a tomato - and the simplistic child's language with which she speaks of her crumbling world are incredibly powerful.
However, while Zlata is an amazingly courageous little girl and undoubtedly very articulate, she is no Anne Frank. Throughout the diary, the reader gets the impression that Zlata is even trying to 'compete' with Anne, and her memories of Sarajevo - while a testimony to a generation's loss and the collective voice of thousands of children just like her - are not as well-written or as vivacious as Anne's. The merits of Zlata's diary lie within the raw emotion and puzzlement that throbs through each line, not in pure literary talent.
A valuable read for children who need to understand that privileges can vanish unexpectedly, and for adults who - like Zlata - quietly believe that there is really no need "to put a 'C' on Croats, an 'S' on Serbs, and an 'M' on Muslims".