The Book Thief
The Book Thief
By Markus Zusak
My Rating: 5
Genre: Historical Fiction, YA
Finished on: 5th Mar, 2015
Beautiful.
Synonyms? Attractive, Fair, Pleasant.
That's how I'd call this book. Beautiful.
However.. Was it attractive? Was it fair? Was it pleasant?
Not at all.
Ohh, wait a moment. This was attractive, fair and pleasant. In a bitter way, in an ugly way.
Yes, the book was fair in an ugly way, and that's how makes it a beautiful one.
Confused?
You just won't understand.
Let's begin the story of how I decided to read this book. It's predictable, the title attracted me. The idea borned in my mind was of stealing. Probably the book must be about stealing. And people steal when they crave things. When they crave things which don't belong to them.
But then, why to steal a book when you can have it in your possession? When it can belong to you?
Yes, I read the book to find out, to get my answers.
From the beginning, from the start.. I was deeply attracted to the narration of this book. I was confused of course. WHO is the narrator?
Then as I realised, intense interest was build up, and I knew that instant this book is gonna be on top of my favourites and as predictable, the book was gonna break me.
Coz death. Death was the narrator.
You'd never imagine death to have feelings, do you?
Death's job is to collect souls from parts of the world. Why would they even have feelings?
But they do. Death has feelings.
Heck, it also has a heart.
The way death portrayed the story. Each persons story. Beautiful is the word I can use to describe it.
Beautiful, freaking beautiful.
I could feel empathy towards each and every character.
I lived through the pages.
You hardly find books so deeply and beautifully described.
I lived their lives.
Leisel's, Rudy's, Hans's, Rosa's, Max's, every single person living in Himmel Street.
Every living soul. I lived with them.
There was humor, there was laughter.
And there were cries and there were screams.
I stole the book with Leisel.
I read the books with the mayors wife.
I fist fought with Hitler (well) for Max.
I played the accordion with Papa.
I drank the soup and, oh yea, appreciated it, made my Mama.
I played soccer in the streets. I went to school with Rudy.
Oh, Rudy.
Rudy.
If only you lived to hear Leisel's words for you. Last confession for you.
Do you see? Do you see?!
Do you find it pleasant? Of course it is pleasant. In the most bitter way.
And it was beautiful.
This book was one of the rarest one, rarest which I find THIS beautiful.
Worth re-reading all the time.
Coz you see? I fell.
I fell for every character. Leisel, Rudy, Mama, Papa, Max, The mayors wife, Tommy, the people living in Himmel Street.
I fell for them all.
And most important of all, I fell for the book.
Synonyms? Attractive, Fair, Pleasant.
That's how I'd call this book. Beautiful.
However.. Was it attractive? Was it fair? Was it pleasant?
Not at all.
Ohh, wait a moment. This was attractive, fair and pleasant. In a bitter way, in an ugly way.
Yes, the book was fair in an ugly way, and that's how makes it a beautiful one.
Confused?
You just won't understand.
Let's begin the story of how I decided to read this book. It's predictable, the title attracted me. The idea borned in my mind was of stealing. Probably the book must be about stealing. And people steal when they crave things. When they crave things which don't belong to them.
But then, why to steal a book when you can have it in your possession? When it can belong to you?
Yes, I read the book to find out, to get my answers.
From the beginning, from the start.. I was deeply attracted to the narration of this book. I was confused of course. WHO is the narrator?
Then as I realised, intense interest was build up, and I knew that instant this book is gonna be on top of my favourites and as predictable, the book was gonna break me.
Coz death. Death was the narrator.
You'd never imagine death to have feelings, do you?
Death's job is to collect souls from parts of the world. Why would they even have feelings?
But they do. Death has feelings.
Heck, it also has a heart.
The way death portrayed the story. Each persons story. Beautiful is the word I can use to describe it.
Beautiful, freaking beautiful.
I could feel empathy towards each and every character.
I lived through the pages.
You hardly find books so deeply and beautifully described.
I lived their lives.
Leisel's, Rudy's, Hans's, Rosa's, Max's, every single person living in Himmel Street.
Every living soul. I lived with them.
There was humor, there was laughter.
And there were cries and there were screams.
I stole the book with Leisel.
I read the books with the mayors wife.
I fist fought with Hitler (well) for Max.
I played the accordion with Papa.
I drank the soup and, oh yea, appreciated it, made my Mama.
I played soccer in the streets. I went to school with Rudy.
Oh, Rudy.
Rudy.
If only you lived to hear Leisel's words for you. Last confession for you.
Do you see? Do you see?!
Do you find it pleasant? Of course it is pleasant. In the most bitter way.
And it was beautiful.
This book was one of the rarest one, rarest which I find THIS beautiful.
Worth re-reading all the time.
Coz you see? I fell.
I fell for every character. Leisel, Rudy, Mama, Papa, Max, The mayors wife, Tommy, the people living in Himmel Street.
I fell for them all.
And most important of all, I fell for the book.
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