The Book Thief
I finished ‘The Book Thief’ by Mark Zusak last night, oh my goodness it is incredible. It’s something like 550 pages long and i thought it would take me ages to read what with actually having a bit of a life now but i ended up staying up late every single night, captivated by it, not putting it down until i physically could not stay awake any longer. It is about a girl in nazi-germany during WW2 and is narrated by death, i can’t exactly describe how this makes it so good but it really does. The story isn’t old-fashioned at all, it all flows so well and you become so attached to all of the characters. I think any book a World War will always be emotional but the attachment you feel towards these characters is on another level. My heart literally ached at the end. The thing is, because death is the narrator and he knows so much about this girls life, you know he will be cropping up quite often to take those close to her. And although you know this from the very start, i couldn’t help but try and trick myself that it wasn’t true. It was true though and it was dealt with so beautifully. I cried at the end, of course i did. I wasn’t as bad as i was when i finished reading ‘Sleepers’ (i cried hysterically for like an hour after that) but it really pulled at my heartstrings and i had a lump in my throat and the book on my mind for hours after i finished that i couldn’t go to sleep for a while. It is just so good, you should all read it. It still sickens me that any war occured but Hitler in World War 2 is so disgusting, so evil, so callous that i can hardly accept the fact that it ever happened. The World can be so ugly at times and as death says - you shouldn’t fear him. He is merely a result of the World, never the cause. Read it. That’s an order.
Now i’m onto ‘The Kite Runner’
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