This book is labelled fiction, but it is actually autobiographical, and stands up to any non-fiction written about the Warsaw ghetto during 1940-1942. It takes a strong stomach to read this book, because the author has a real eye for the most graphic detail and spares the reader nothing. At the end, you wonder how so many people survived as long as they did under such conditions. The story is told from the point of view of a child (which the author was at the time. It's not a pretty book, but it gives the most realistic picture I've seen yet of what ghetto life really must have been like.