I’ve just finished the Part Two of this great book. I was just discussing with my husband that the author keeps revisiting the difference between history and literature. History give you dates, facts, places; but literature gives you the emotion the humanity the realism. As Mendelsohn concludes this part of the book he realizes that the story is not so much in how they died but in what was lost when they died. That the loss, of the “un-memorable” things of life, that this was the story to be sought after. This book is so fascinating so intriguing that even though you know how the story ends ultimately with the death of his family you still hang on every revelation of their lives and their journey. Like the first time I read Anne Frank’s Diary I knew she had perished and yet I was fully engaged in whether they would find her. If the steps on the stairs were friendly or not. This is so worth the time to read and the Torah studies that he weaves throughout the narrative are truly thought provoking. **Warning** There is some curing in part two, but not without meaning, just an accurate portrayal of facts.