I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak, is one of my very favorite books. It is the story of a young girl growing up in Nazi Germany who learns to read from stolen books, learns to write by painting words on the wall, and who learns how to tell stories from the Jewish man hiding in her basement. It is a marvelous story of death and survival and growing up, narrated by Death himself.
The New York Times blurb on the cover says The Book Thief is “Brilliant and hugely ambitious…the kind of book that can be life changing.” It’s true. I have never read a book like this one, and only one other book has given me such an appreciation of the power and magic of words (Harry Potter, just in case you were wondering).
I have to admit, I’m having a difficult time writing about this book! It’s hard to describe the way I feel about this book. Also, part of the wonder of The Book Thief is discovering it for the first time, so I think I will end by saying: READ THIS BOOK!
P.S. The movie adaptation comes out in the U.S. next weekend (Nov 8). It looks really good, but please, read the book first, you won’t regret it! http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi467773465/
Zusak, Markus. The Book Thief. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2006.
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