I got an urge to read this after being subjected to too many hours of the History Channel. It might as well be renamed to the Hitler Channel actually, as that’s all they seem to know. I mean, I like Hitler as much as the next girl (err, that came out wrong…) but history had other characters too, you know? Anyway, that channel’s on constantly in Hanna Manor (haha, say that out loud- I’m seriously calling my house that from now on) because Father Dearest has to have some form of noise constantly. Anyway, obviously the incessant discussion of Auschwitz must have seeped into my subconscious because I found myself reaching for The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas this morning.
Actually, that reminds me of the one gripe I had with The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas. Bruno is a little too young. He’s meant to be nine years old, but lacks any of the understanding and intelligence that a normal boy of that age should have. I understand that his innocent is exagerrated to promote the point of the book, but why not just make him a younger child? He’s just generally a very selfish and irritating boy.
Regardless of how old he should be, Mr. Boyne narrates very well in the voice of a nine-year-old. I especially liked his slow realisation that the servants were people too, with their own war-related troubles. It really is very clever – he speaks and thinks exactly as a small boy would, either about the war or his day-to-day life.
I love this book. You have to be willing to just go with it and accept certain things, but it really is a moving book. I don’t really fancy the film as I can’t see how they’d manage to show it all from Bruno’s perspective, but the book will always be a favourite for me.