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    <![CDATA[The Book Thief]]>
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    <![CDATA[It's just a small story really, about among other things: a girl, some words, an accordionist, some fanatical Germans, a Jewish fist-fighter, and quite a lot of thievery. . . .<p>Set during World War II in Germany, Markus Zusak's groundbreaking new novel is the story of Liesel Meminger, a foster girl living outside of Munich. Liesel scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can't resist books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement before he is marched to Dachau.<p>This is an unforgettable story about the ability of books to feed the soul.<p><em>From the Hardcover edition.</em></p></p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[A quote from this marvelous book.<br/><br/><br/>&quot;DEATH&quot;S DIARY: 1942<br/>It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346 to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I needed a broom or a mop. And I needed a vacation. <br/><br/>     * * * * A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH * * * *<br/><br/>...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/46697243">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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