The Tattooist of Auschwitz: Book Review

The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris. I only use 5 stars for books that change my life and guess what, this is one of those. Oh, my heart! Lale and Gita will be a part of me forever. I’m having a hard time expressing how this book captured my soul. I knew it would be dark and hard to read, anything regarding the holocaust always is. These two did what they had in order to survive. What stuck out for me was Lale’s attitude and strength through the three years in captivity. Every time someone broke him he put himself back together.

The story is about a Jewish man named Lale who voluntarily enters Auschwitz in hopes of preventing his family from also being relocated. He lands the job of the tattooist and is forced to mark the arms of every man and woman entering the camp. It protects him to some degree, allows him privileges that he uses to benefit others in the camp such as extra food and medicine. He meets Gita on one of his first days on the job and falls in love with her.

Their love story had me cheering, crying, praying, and flipping to the back of the book to see if they made it out together. No spoilers here. You’ll have to find out on your own.

A fantastic read, only 260 or so pages. Very worth picking up. May his legacy live on forever. Help him achieve this by reading his story.

Here is a picture of my daughter helping with the photo-op. Her little fingers in the picture made me think of all the children of the holocaust and how often their lives were cut short in horrendous ways. These babies, I’m thinking of you and sending prayers to where ever you may be.

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  1. I visited the concentration camp at Dachau when I was eighteen, a very sobering experience. The sky happened to be cloudy and overcast that day, casting an appropriately somber mood on the setting. It was incredible to walk where tortured prisoners walked, to see where they slept and where so many died, to touch the same fence posts that countless poor souls surely touched, wondering if they’d ever see home again.

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