When I read the boy in the Striped pyjamas I don't think I was as affected by it as I would be now, and as I was by the film.
It is an amazing book, very emotional and really, the sort of book you almost wish hadn't been written, because of the themes and what it makes you feel and think.
It is a beautifully heart wrenching work of writing, and truly is one of the saddest books I know of.
The film is terrible, in it's feel, performances and how well it followed the storyline, it is amazing, brilliantly acted and beautifully thought out.
It is the closest I've gotten to crying while watching a movie, I was so glad of the lights being out, but when I looked around, I saw that I wasn't alone.
I've never cried in a movie, I've got very lightly damp shiny eyes.
But never has a tear rolled down my cheek when watching a movie.
That was absolutely the closest; my eyes were filled to overflowing, but they didn't.
It is almost a nesscity, to read that book, and see that movie.
They are heart breaking.
And you won't feel the same afterwards.