Warning: This book leads to heavy emotions. The Book Thief is such an amazing read. It’s pretty unconventional, the narrator is Death, and he doesn’t really uphold a spoiler-policy. He flat out tells you that one character is going to die during this story, quite a while before it actually happens. Death is a surprisingly sympathetic narrator. He has a job and it weighs on him. The Book Thief takes place during WWII, so he has a lot of souls to collect. He watches colours to distract himself from the suffering. (At one point I was reading a particular heavy section of Death talking about collecting a lot of souls, and my music shuffled to the Graffiti6 song Colours. I’ll never hear that song again without thinking about the narrator of this book.)
But the references to Deaths work are only there to give a greater context to the very human story he tells. The Book Thief is about Liesl. A young girl growing up in Germany during the war.
I’m reluctant to tell more about the happenings in the book. You should just go read it. Do it. NOW.
This copy of the book hasn’t been in the library for very long, but it’s been read a lot. I think people will read it until it falls apart (it’s already a bit damaged) and the library will have to get a new copy. I’m glad it’s such a popular book. It deserves to be read by everybody in the whole world.
At two points in the book someone left a piece of paper, just a page ripped out of a day planner and a receipt from the library. I left them in where I found them, it felt a bit like running into the other readers. I hope the next reader will like the addition of the bookmark I made.