A week ago, my mom “caught me” reading a comic book. As she started laughing at me for what would be another good five minutes at least, I shamefully started concealing the pages and laughing with her out of sheer embarrassment. Not even 24 hours go by before I realize how mortifying this novel really is. As soon I mentioned that this book was about the Holocaust, the room was silent immediately. Because only when they depict death and torture are pictures taken seriously. Let's examine the last panel of page 72 in volume II. Before you scroll to the bottom to see the picture, this is what is says: "Prisoners what worked there poured gasoline over the live ones and the dead ones". Such a gut-wrenching sentence formed in such a nonchalant manner. You might raise your eyebrows, widen your eyes, but no feeling compares to when you see the image beneath it. The mice are burning alive, the flames consuming them, their faces in pure agony. You feel the terror with them, your ...