Seriously, I think the last book I read on the Holocaust was 'The Diary of Anne Frank' back in junior high. It's not because I don't appreciate or enjoy the many books out there, it's because it's very hard to be reading something very private and specific and real that happened to very real people and then go on my merry way throughout the day. It's the same idea as reading 'Shake Hands with the Devil' about the genocide in Rwanda, it's beautiful and tragic and leaves your stomach in knots with an empty feeling of 'what can I do?' and 'how can this happen in this world?'
This book is easier than that. It's a story. A sad story, yes. A tragic story, yes. But pieces of happiness float through though and it's an easy read. It takes off the harsh edge just a bit to give you a slight education (that I ashamedly was completely unaware of) and a look into a modern-day world which helps you breathe if you find yourself drowning a little bit.
Worth the read.