Published: January 2008 (first published January 1st 2005)
There are so many things so many emotions in fact a myriad of them that I felt as I read ‘The Book Thief’ – but to sum them all up in one sentence I simply can write nothing else apart from the fact – This book made me smile, this book made me cry – and I rarely find books capable of doing that to me truly.
What Markus Zusak has done here using the sheer beauty of the words he has woven is beyond Extraordinary.. Liesel, Rudy, Hans, Rosa these fictional characters grow on you as each page turns and you find yourself so drawn into them that your heart aches for them and smiles with them…. Zusak hasn’t simply written a book – he has created something so brilliant that you find yourself Loving, feeling for perhaps the most feared phenomenon known to Mankind – ‘Death’ – the narrator of this Book and the tale of Liesel – the book thief.
Often when one thinks of death you certainly do not paint a pretty picture in your head – it’s mostly tainted if not just ugly and its all black and white, unlike here where Zusak hasn’t simply managed to add colors to death – he has given it a personality, a conscience and above all – a Heart… as you read the journey of Liesel Meminger narrated by death, the events in her life, the stories of the people who touched it you cannot but help love them and somewhere take a moment to simply wander – perhaps after all that it has seen in the world, the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, the black and the white… its simply so quite possible as the last line of this book puts it – that Death is haunted by humans… just as we are by its mere thought sometimes… after all even death could be compassionate, perhaps even really kind sometimes – it is possible it does possess a heart and the toughest job in the world, working since the dawn of time and would for all eternity without a break with no one to listen to its complains…