Books are amazing things.
Some shape our childhoods so much that when we reread them we suddenly understand ourselves in a whole new way.
Others feed us during tough times of doubt or lend a healthy, lighthearted escape during stressful months.
Still others open our eyes and fill us with new empathy and understanding of people who differ from ourselves.
And some rare, unique books shatter our lives with emotion, empathy, new loves, new thoughts, and beautiful, beautiful words.
And we can’t stop thinking about them.
The Book Thief is one such book for me.
I experienced it so deeply over a few months that I can picture scenes clearly in my mind and remember the strong emotions I had when I first read them. It remains one of my favorite (and most blogged about) bookworm experiences. 
Published on October 30, 2020 23:56