The boy in the striped pyjamas by John Boyne
This is exactly the type of book the 11 year old Mondale loved to read.
The 35 year old Mondale also loved it.
It was recommended to me about a year ago by the very last person (a professional associate) that I would have thought would even recommend books let alone anything worthwhile. Still, she is an important figure in my career so I graciously took her copy and it lived in my briefcase for a number of months. She then asked for it back, and was a bit put out that I had 'not got round to it yet but it's by my bed and I'll read it soon'. After returning it I heard a beguiling radio story about the movie that has been made, it didn't give anything away but made me reach for the copy in the school library. Did I read it differently because I'm now a parent? Was my sorrow greater? Was my fear real?
Whatever the answers to such questions this much I know.
I couldn't put it down.
I had to know what happened next.
I was captivated.
Such innocence.
Such darkness.
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