“He looked down and did something quite out of character for him: he took hold of Shmuel's tiny hand in his and squeezed it tightly. "You're my best friend, Shmuel," he said. "My best friend for life.” ― John Boyne, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well Potpourri: a miscellaneous collection Physically in New York, Mentally in Paris
Non-fiction. Told from the point of view of a young boy. Unknown to him is the fact that the town of Outwith that he has moved to is really Auschwitz and his father is the comandant. A touching tale of the friendship that develops between he and the boy in the striped pyjamas.