“My boots are falling apart, but I still wear them because I love and cherish them.” - Ed Kennedy, I Am The Messenger
I am not being funny when I quoted that line. In fact, it’s one of my most beloved lines from the book.
Anyway, as this is my first ever legit book review, i will not be…
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A beautifully moving novel by Australian author Markus Zusak. We both loved the book, full of strong symbolism and wonderful language at every page. Something everyone should read. With so much insight and wonder on every page, we promise you it is a book you will never forget.
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So about a year ago I found a jewelry shop on Etsy. They make lots of really unique metal necklaces. I loved their work so I wrote down their shop name and they were added to a list of artists that I might someday commission something from.
Not too long ago, I contacted this same jewelry shop and commissioned a necklace of a set of aces. The aces mean a lot to me in a way that might not make perfect sense.
Everybody who knows me knows that I love books. My favorite book (though I love many) is I Am the Messenger by my favorite author, Markus Zusak. My friends tease me when they see me with it because I’ve read it so many times. It’s one of the things I love the most in the world. What my friends don’t know is that it’s a reminder. This book made such an impact on me. It was like Zusak read my thoughts and emotions and put them on paper. He’s someone who looks at the world in the same way I do. The meaning behind the story is what I live by. Zusak’s words are beautiful. I know I may sound a bit over dramatic, but it doesn’t even matter because only I know how much this story means to me.
If you haven’t read the book, then my aces won’t make sense to you but I’m sharing them anyway.
My aces are made of white bronze with a silver plated finish. Each card is about 2 cm by 1 cm, though that’s not exact. I love them and I’m so happy with how they turned out. Check out LostApostle to see more of their work.
I wrote this a few months ago, it’s inspired by one of the more heart shattering chapters of my favourite book.
The Book Thief’s goodbye
The accordion sounded silent
Papa’s silver eyes had dried to rust,
Mama’s mouth breathed no blaspheming;
Her lips lined white with dust
And the lemon haired boy,
Who painted himself black
He’d never again ask her for her lips,
They’d never race around the track
She said her goodbye to him
With a clashing of the teeth:
She placed her lips upon him
And he lay broken underneath.
She had the colours of the world
Waiting at her feet,
As her tears soaked through the pages
That belonged to Himmel Street.
