We drove to Amsterdam for the week, a six hour drive from London, not including the Channel Tunnel. We are not big drivers but we were trying out a GPS navigator called a Tomtom, and we actually had a pleasant journey. We, in the front seat, didn't fight about map reading, and funnily enough, those in the back seats hardly did either. I don't think marital bliss was the reason for the children's harmony. I think it was Michael Maloney's succulent voice reading John Boyne's brilliant book, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas.
The jacket gives nothing away about the plot, but I had an inkling they were worried that people would say, "not another holocaust book". It is a holocaust book but told from the perspective of a nine year old boy, son of a Nazi commandant at Auschwitz.
The back of the book says that it is not for nine year olds. I had not read that before the trip. But we launched into the four and half hours and were gripped (listeners aged between 6 and 41 years old). We listened to half of it to Amsterdam and the rest on our way back to Antwerp. Even though we were really tired, it was late, we sat for ten minutes in the car, in front of our terrific hotel (check out: Slapen Enzo) and waited till the heartbreaking end. Sandwiched between the beginning and the end was our trip to the Anne Frank House. Going there made the story that much more powerful. Going there made it seem perfectly natural that there cannot be too many holocaust books. The idea that such an atrocity, so carefully planned, on such a scale, only 60 years ago, is simply unfathomable.
Like Morris Gleitzman's book Once, that I recommended last month, this book is really worth reading. But I must admit that listening to it together, as a family, was the perfect way to experience it.
It is probably appropriate for ages 10 and up but like Once, it is for any age that you as a parent or friend feel ready to discuss it.
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