The climax of the plot unfolds from the courtroom on trial, not seeing the slaughter and madness of World War II, but the numbness of making killing a day job. Sadly, that reluctance to face justice in order to keep life going as normal is present in every one of us. Hanna didn't save the girls who read to her, and Michael didn't save Hanna, who had been passionately loved, until the day before Hanna was about to be released more than 20 years later, and Hanna, who had become literate and dignified through self-learning, didn't either. Save yourself who is about to be free. Just because they don't want to go beyond and don't want to face the unforeseen path that will disrupt their original life. Just as true love is to love that which transcends you and renews you, most of us do not know how to deconstruct our own life and life, and are reluctant to create new ways to change the injustice, often the most Mediocre our normal life. Until the end, Michael didn't really understand the human dignity that Hanna had been insisting on, and from a woman's point of view, it was a sad ending.
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