They way I explained it to my sister was that this book has nothing fancy about it in style or any other literary aspect, but it doesn't need it: the story tells itself.
And it is definitely a story worth reading.
I love Morris's approach to this compelling story. She strips it bare of any of the natural storytelling devices instinctive in authors, and just focuses on the raw, heartbreaking truth. It is a true story, after all.
She focusses completely on getting across the heart of what Lale would want those who read his story to take from it: the hideous monstrosity of what people put other people through, which must never happen again, and the depth of his love for his wife. This alone makes it a success.
I highly recommend reading this book because it brings home the monstrosity of the Holocaust better than any research or museum ever could.
And it is definitely a story worth reading.
I love Morris's approach to this compelling story. She strips it bare of any of the natural storytelling devices instinctive in authors, and just focuses on the raw, heartbreaking truth. It is a true story, after all.
She focusses completely on getting across the heart of what Lale would want those who read his story to take from it: the hideous monstrosity of what people put other people through, which must never happen again, and the depth of his love for his wife. This alone makes it a success.
I highly recommend reading this book because it brings home the monstrosity of the Holocaust better than any research or museum ever could.