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The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas
Nine year-old Bruno knows nothing of the Final Solution or the Holocaust. He is oblivious to the appalling cruelties being inflicted on the people of Europe by his country.
All he knows is that he has been moved from a comfortable home in Berlin to a house in a desolate area where there is nothing to do and no one to play with. Until he meets Shmuel, a boy who lives a strange parallel existence on the other side of the adjoining wire fence and who, like the other people there, wears a uniform of striped pyjamas.
Bruno’s friendship with Shmuel will take him from innocence to revelation. And in exploring what he is unwittingly a part of, he will inevitably become subsumed by the terrible process.
Before reading this I had heard about it from so many people. "It's so amazing! It really captivates the truth of the war." But this wasn't true. The first time I read it, I read the book before watching the film and this was probably the only read in which I didn't hate the movie adaption. The story is beautifully written about a young boy who is so oblivious to his surroundings and of the circumstances he is in, but if I was asked whether this is an accurate representation of the war, I would strongly say no. The boy would have never pronounced the Fuhrer incorrectly because of the indoctrination that occurred in German schools and the respect that the German children had for Hitler. However, it is still a story that has stuck in my mind 4 years later. Boyne's creation of characters is one that many authors struggle with in situations where they have to base off stereotypes. He creates powerful leaders and shows realistic relationships between the characters. The ending was overall not too surprising but I still shed some tears (or maybe I sat there bawling my eyes out for an hour shh). Boyne is amazing in creating tension and keeping the reader focused on the emotions of the characters. This is why the reader has such a great attachment to Bruno. I would recommend young teens to read this novel just because it draws out emotion but in a non-complicated way.
Shmule gets shot, HAHAHA. That cracked me up so bad I threw my cat out the window, oh man, we have a giant dent in our car and it costs $700 to fix. Then my cat died and we can't afford a proper funeral so we dug a hole in our backyard with a bundle of sticks in it and then we threw him in it and went on a family vacation all around Europe. But we forgot to fill up the hole and the next door neighbour called the cops
This is a great book if you like reading about the holocaust. I suggest you should read it. It is also really emotional.
this book is so sad guys he dies at the end
If you want to cry all night then this is the book for you
It's sad. It's very sad. I know that was to be expected of a book set in the holocaust, but it's still very sad. The story was good, and it does a good job getting across the point of why the holocaust was so bad, and why we shouldn't be racist to people of another religion or ethnic group. But, I feel like this is less of a story, and more of a (thinks of word) textbook. And that's where it failed for me. Also, the fact that Bruno's parents don't tell him why he can't go into the camp. It just makes Bruno as a character feel... stupid. I know that we're meant to see this from an innocent child's prespective, but really? A nine-year old who can't remember the word Jew or see that his best friend is suffering? Shmueal is litteraly grey-faced and thin, and you compare your "suffering", even though your plump and healthy and your friend looks half-dead?Really? That's a bit too inncocent, and as a guy with 2 nine-year old sisters, I should know.
Honestly, my only problem with the book is the fact that it seems more like a history textbook, trying to educate me at every page rather than a story at some moments. Also, the Bruno thing is me complaing about how a book about something so real gets something like the innocence of children so wrong (From my point of view)