"Mister God, This Is Anna" might just be the strangest book I know.

For one thing, I've read it at least once a year since I first found a copy in my school library when I was fifteen or sixteen.

It was the first book I deliberately bought in English, by the way, since I tried reading the German translation once, and I find written German dialects to be atrocious. A horrible crime against every single letter in the alphabet.