this imperfect

To the question "what works dealing with concentration camp in survival during the 2nd World War have marked you?" I responded so far: if a man by Primo Levi, On behalf of all my Martin Gray, Life is Beautiful by Roberto Benigni.
To this non-exhaustive list, I add Kinderzimmer Valentine Goby, without hesitation.
For his main character: a woman, strong, pregnant. Not a wonderwoman, but just a normal woman trying to survive into the future.
For its narrative principle: a time that combination could be called the "imperfect present". We are blind, immersed in the uncertainty of future every second, as if we did not know where the train takes the characters, giving off the fumes that rise above the barracks.
For its angle of approach to this delicate and oh how terrible theme: the author does not launch into a description of horrors, or in extreme Manichaeism. She displayed a chiseled empathy with heroin; we discover with it fear and cold, hunger and sharing, hope and despair, the inhuman and superhuman will misery, grief and motherhood.
The tone is right, clear.

So should we read?
Yes. Simply yes.