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The Book Thief

I've just finished my book!
I didn't want to!
I tried not to!
I have been savouring the last hundred or so pages because I didn't want it to end.
My friend Jenny B Daly told me that's exactly what I would do!
'm not sure I believed her when she told me.
I've spent the last few hours since finishing, trying to remember if I've ever read a book this good....and you know what?
I can't!
Can't remember one! 
I know my friends are probably getting sick of me raving about it but I can't help myself!
I want to read it again straight away!
Markus writes in a way that makes me happy....and sad....and so many other things!
because of the beautiful word pictures he creates....
because he writes with a gentleness that allows me to imagine outside the boundaries of reality
because of the story he told that wasn't just a figment of his imagination - but is recorded in humanity's history....
because of the awful things we humans do to each other
by the human spirit....
by the courage of a little girl and her foster daddy to stand up for what they knew was right in their hearts
by those moments of understanding where you realise the significance of what's been painted for you!
Those "WOW" moments....
when you fall in love with the picture that's been given to you.
when you realise that sometimes the facts of history don't tell ALL the story...
that there is always another side to the story....
that enemies in a war were sometimes not always enemies....
and in fact prior to it all, they never really thought they were any different from each other!!
that I ended up loving the narrator....DEATH!....I was prepared to hate him...but I don't!

But.....it's just my opinion! smiley-1.jpg image by webesazo

"One of the Jews on his way to Dachau had stopped walking now.
He stood absolutely still as the others swerved morosely around him, leaving him completely alone.
His eyes staggered and it was so simple.
The words were given across from the girl to the Jew.
They climbed onto him.
The next time she spoke, the questions stumbled from her mouth.
Hot tears fought for room in her eyes and she would not let them out.
Better to stand resolute and proud.
Let the words do all of it

'Is it really you?  the young man asked,' she said.
'Is it from your cheek that I took the seed?'
(Markus Zusak - The Book Thief)


"Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it." Markus Zusak