Bruno, who is nine years old, knows nothing about the Holocaust. He doesn’t know about the terrible cruelties that are inflicted by his country to several millions of people of other counties in Europe.  

All he knows is that he had to move from a comfortable mansion in Berlin to a house in a deserted area, where there is nothing to do and no-one to play with. This is until he meets Shmuel, a boy that lives on the other side of the wired fence on the edge of his house and that strangely, like everyone else on that side, wears what looks like striped pyjamas.  

I really enjoyed this book... especially towards the end. I found the beginning hard to get into, but persisting was good, because the ending was so worth it.

It just showed me the horrors that actually could´ve happened. A sad book, that was just very eye opening and thought provoking.