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’
An appreciation blog for the magnificence of the man that is Markus Zusak, author of:
About Markus Zusak
Fighting Ruben Wolfe
Getting the Girl (When Dogs Cry)
I Am The Messenger (The Messenger)
The Book Thief
Bridge of Clay
"I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief.
‘Hair the color of lemons,’ Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. “You told him about me?”
At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It’s likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn’t matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
Years ago, when they’d raced on a muddy field, Rudy was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was a triple Hitler Youth athletics champion. He was her best friend. And he was a month from his death.
“Of course I told him about you,” Liesel said. She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it. Markus Zuzak, The Book Thief (via thoughtsofalonelysomeone)
As they walked back to Himmel Street, Rudy forewarned her. “One day, Liesel,” he said, “you’ll be dying to kiss me.”
But Liesel knew.
As long as both she and Rudy Steiner lived, she would never kiss that miserable, filthy Saukerl…
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips.”
Rudy Steiner, Max Vandenburg, Hans Hubermann, Rosa Hubermann… all the people who broke our hearts and we’re still quietly mourning.