“It kills me sometimes, how people die.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
I finished The Book Thief, yes I did.
The story is about 9-year-old Liesel Meminger who learned how to read and write. Not unusual? So, what about this: She learned how to love words and books. And most of all, she learned that the word is a powerful tool.
When? Where? How did she do it?
It was 1939, Nazi Germany, a dark basement. Liesel were learning letters with her accordion-playing foster father. She fell in love with books quite immediately. (She even stole her first book before she learned to read!) She wanted to read more and more, but during the Second World War it was impossible to buy new books, they were too expensive for her family. So that she decided to thieve them.
Now about the Death
The Death was a narrator. Very good one, actually. I bet that during the Second World War you couldn’t find a better storyteller.
“A small but noteworthy note. I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.” ― The Death in The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
When I was reading the book, I realized three things. First, I will die. Second, the Death is not as bad as people say. For me it’s a cool guy, one of the MOST – most favourite. Third, I did love the Death’s brilliant story about The Book Thief and yes, I recommend it to you.
I’m looking at the Czech book cover right now and thinking: What a beautiful picture! Liesel is dancing with the Death. But here is another book cover I found and which I like even more.
Wish you all good day with a good book!