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The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
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Oct 28, 2014

it was amazing
bookshelves: 2009, 2010, kindle, fiction
Recommended to kelley by: amazon/blog reviews
Recommended for: everyone
Read in September, 2009 — I own a copy , read count: 1

This book covers a subject that has been written about excessively and from every point of view; Hitler and World War II. Even though it is a common subject, this book is unique. It is told through the eyes of death, which creates a very interesting and different perspective.

I’m not going to go into the details of this story, because each reader deserves to discover it. I will tell you that it was beautifully written. It speaks to the heart and touches the soul. This is a book to be savored, again and again.

I recommend the purchase of an edition that would look good in a library; a book that has a leather cover, a cover that will age beautifully over time. It would be a fitting tribute to the message in this book if everyone who read it kept it as part of their collection. The book should stand as a reminder to respect life and to treat each other with kindness.

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Markus Zusak
“He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.

She was the book thief without the words.

Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.”
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Markus Zusak
“She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers...She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on...”
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Markus Zusak
“Steadily, the room shrank, till the book thief could touch the shelves within a few small steps. She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal cord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet. She used both hands. She raced them. One shelf against the other. And she laughed. Her voice was sprawled out, high in her throat, and when she eventually stopped and stood in the middle of the room, she spent many minutes looking from the shelves to her fingers and back again.

How many books had she touched?

How many had she felt?

She walked over and did it again, this time much slower, with her hand facing forward, allowing the dough of her palm to feel the small hurdle of each book. It felt like magic, like beauty, as bright lines of light shone down from a chandelier. Several times, she almost pulled a title from its place but didn't dare disturb them. They were too perfect.”
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Markus Zusak
“It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.”
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

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