Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

Written in the childish style, the text resonates using the innocence within people… Until your adult self measures in and realises what’s happening. And it’s then that your particular heart will break.
The story is easy: Bruno is a nine years old boy, who’s moved from his you will find a new house. It’s small, cold, unfamiliar and so on the outskirts of an Nazi concentration camp. The people on the fence wear striped pyjamas try to look sad. There’s countless kids, but no person to try out with. Bruno is lonely, bored and curious. His property is filled with soldiers who wear impressive uniforms, click their heels together and raise their right arms in salute. One day whilst exploring, Bruno encounters another nine year old boy, who wears strange, striped pyjamas. It’s a friendship born from loneliness, a want to break far from tedium and just a desire for an associate.
The characters each play their part with purpose. You may know the place that the next turn leads, but your heart begs it to never be true. Galloping over the narrative, you’re swept from your childlike innocence to the climaxing, heartbreaking final scene.
The novel is just 200 pages long, simple you just read in a day but will stay with you for most more. Bruno doesn’t meet Shmuel until halfway from the novel, plenty of time to allow you to reside in his world, experience his boredom and loneliness, living each day without direction. personalised pjs of the Holocaust is reasonably limited, but research tells me instances may have some truth. My child self revelled within the wonder, the curiosity, the essence of innocence. Yet, my adult self quickly realised the fact that was happening and was sickened. Still, I couldn’t turn away.
Best novel I’ve read in a very while.