The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Having seen the trailer for the movie version of this book the last time I ventured into the cinema, I was intrigued by its premise. Whilst out shopping with “the beloved” yesterday, and having some gift tokens to spend, I bought a copy of the book thinking that the novel version would most likely be much better than the movie version, as so often they are.
I obviously understood what I was getting myself into, I had some idea of what the content of the book may entail as I’d read The Men with The Pink Triangle by Heinz Heger some years ago.
When I sat down to read this book at 6.30pm last night, I didn’t realise that I wouldn’t put it down again until I’d finished it at 1.40am the following morning.
I must have gone through almost every emotion that I was capable of in that time including, amusement, sadness, anger, shock, disbelief and finally loss. As I completed the book I had tears streaming down my face, and I have to confess, I’m not normally one for spontaneous outbursts of emotion but this book really hit me where it hurt.
The book touched something inside of me. It may have been because it was told from the point of view of the 9 yr old Bruno. His view on life, his innocence and what he perceived to be right and wrong only added to the horror of the books conclusion. I won’t spoil it for you by telling you how the story ends but I recommend it whole heartedly.
I have two pieces of advice regarding this story. The first, read it, don’t watch it, secondly, make sure you have someone around to hold your hand at the end.
If you’re not one for reading books and would prefer to watch the movie, you can view the trailer for it here.