The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
I have a lot to say about the novel and how I felt about it. First of all, you should be warned this book review probably will not be as simple as the others. The likelihood of me rambling is rather high. For that I am sorry in advance. Secondly, I must say that I know it took me a long time to finish this novel. I have a theory. Well-written books should be thoroughly absorbed. They should be breathed in slowly and appreciated, so I waited for the moments to read this when I had enough time to devote to it.
To be as spoiler free as possible, I will say that the book is about young Liesel Meminger. She is a German girl growing up in Nazi Germany who falls in love with words. I know that’s vague, but I feel like giving you anything else will ruin the book.
I will be completely honest with you I didn’t like the book. I didn’t like it at all. I loved it. I loved everything about it even the sad things. I loved the narrative. I feel like that’s the biggest surprise of the novel so I won’t tell you what or who is telling you this tale. You should know that is absolutely perfect for this time period. Next, I enjoyed the writing. Zusak has a way of taking the reader in and not letting them finish until he’s done. His writing was never dull or too detailed. It was just enough to take to make me want to read more and find everything out. The next thing I enjoyed was the fact that’s written about a German girl. (Now, this is the part when I ramble a bit.) I know of several wonderful fictional books written about Jews during this period, but I haven’t read many from a German perspective. I think it’s really important to tell a story from this perspective because of what people tend to do. When there is evil in this world, people tend to not only blame the one or ones at fault but also their nationality or race. I want to tell you bluntly. Evil is not predetermined by ones race, nationality, sex, or sexual orientation. Evil is determined by where that person draws the line of right and wrong or the truth and a lie. It’s that simple.
The last reason I really loved it is a somewhat selfish one, well of my history. My lots-of-great grand father was a German Jew. He was in Munich of all places and was able to escape around 1933. I suppose this fact makes me a little more emotional when I read anything World War II related, but it’s not just that. This book was really good. I would highly recommend you read it and find out for yourself all of things I vaguely referenced!