The Tattooist of Auschwitz - It’s only a short book, but it took me forever to read. Even though I am a HUGE fan of historical fiction, there was something about this book that stopped me from devouring it in one sitting. In fact, I could only seem to read a few pages before I had to put it down, walk away and take some deep breaths.
This book was a fictionalised true story, and perhaps it was this uneasy marriage between two genres that unsettled me. I was so overcome by the horrors of Auschwitz – the sights, the sounds, the smells – that I could not fully appreciate the beautiful love story between Lale and Gita. I would have liked to know more about them, to uncover their full stories, and not just skim the surface of their romance. I’m not convinced that a fictionalised account was the best vehicle for such remarkable people.
Despite this, it was a powerful book, and one which provided an insight into the daily life-and-death struggles of the prisoners, and the random (and sometimes evil) nature of privilege and punishment.
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