Review: The Book Thief – Markus Zusak.

book thiefI have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

I seem to have been picking a lot of books lately that involve World War II, so when I realised I’d done it again, I sighed. How I wish to take back that disgruntled sigh, because I didn’t realise I was stumbling across an honestly wonderful book.

It just seems such a kind and sincere book, and the characters are lovely – Liesel, Hans, Max, Rudy, Isla stand out at the moment. And though Liesel’s relationships change with various characters over the course of the book, I couldn’t help but love it. I think if I’d finished this book on a more moody day I’d probably have been in tears. Her relationship with her Papa would just tip me over the edge.

This isn’t just a book set in the war, which is what I initially thought. This is a book that puts a real significance and meaning to books themselves, with a young girl being the one to make that message clear. The narrative jumps from time to time, from an overview of Liesel, to first person input from Death, but it’s a little hurdle to get over in terms of flow.

But even between those narrative jumps lies something wonderful, a truly charming story. Just read it. Seriously.


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