I always approach books about the Holocaust with some trepidation, because they both fascinate and frighten me so greatly. In March, Henry Oertelt was mentioned/quoted in a Star Tribune article because the 87-year-old St. Paul resident had spoken at St. Cloud State University following a rash of hate crimes, which included graffiti of swastikas around campus. The article mentioned a bit about his life, which included survival of a few concentration camps (including Auschwitz), and he seemed like such an interesting fellow--plus, he was 87 and looked so vital. At the end of the article, it mentioned he had written a book a few years ago, so I decided to try to locate it at the library. I did, and found it compelling. He tells his story of survival so matter-of-factly, and I cannot help but marvel at his strength of mind, body and soul. My son, Gordy, usually avoids this type of book (because I think it "gets" to him, too), but I convinced him to read it and he appreciated it, as well. It's a quick read (esp. for all of you SUPER readers), but worth the investment. Reading it makes me want to write to Mr. Oertelt and thank him for going to the effort to write down his story before it was too late--and to congratulate him again on having survived and lived a worthwhile life.