Books in '18 | The Tattooist of Auschwitz

Books in '18 | The Tattooist of Auschwitz - Heather Morris

The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Arbeit Macht Frei - reads the sign at the entrance of Auschwitz.
It translates to 'work sets you free' in English which is kind of ironical since, in a place such as Auschwitz where names are reduced to numbers tattoed on arms, only death can set you free.
In such a place, a tattoowierer struggles to survive and somehow finds the love of his life.

Wars leave only ashes and survivors. This is a story of two names Ludwig Eisenberg/Lale/Lale Sokolov and Gita Furman/Gita/Gita Sokolov reduced to numbers 32407 and 34902 struggle to survive in a concentration camp. Their love for each other propels them forward every day surrounded by death and tyranny. And even after the war is over, they never leave each other's side.

One thing I appreciate about the author is that she didn't intrude the essence of a true story with her own imagination. She clearly wrote everything the way narrated to her and that seems evident throughout the book. In a simple manner, she recounts whatever happened at Auschwitz and Birkenau and the life thereafter.

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