An extremely powerful and brutally honest memoir details the harrowing experiences of a youth ensnared in the Shoah. He and his family find themselves in Auschwitz, where his mom and young sister are immediately lost to the gas chambers. He vividly describes the events that unfold for him and his dad. My own grandpa, Wulf (William) Blumberg, met his tragic end there in July 1943 upon arriving in Convoy 57 from Drancy, France. He was just one of the 1000 people, among which were 126 children, whose only "fault" was that at least one of their grandparents was Jewish. Elie Wiesel's writing has the remarkable ability to make this place, which is filled with so much horror and sorrow, come alive and feel very real to me. It forces me to confront the atrocities that occurred and serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of never forgetting such a dark chapter in human history.