The Book Thief

June 6, 2008 at 4:09 pm 1 comment

Marcus Zusak. Ok, I can see what all the fuss is about. Despite the serious subject, this book is just so much fun to read. It’s an immensely comforting read, even though it had me bawling my eyes out in Stansted Airport as I finished it. The use of a rather world-weary death as narrator works well, and more effectively here than in Stow’s The Suburbs of Hell. (Or is it just that Zusak’s Death is a lot more friendly…) But the best thing is its deceptive simplicity, and its finely drawn characters, and its depiction of the normality of life throughout WWII. Which is, ofcourse, exactly how it would have been. I mean – despite violence, starvation, and rumours of atrocities, children still play on streets and grow up. It is a book filled with warmth.

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  • 1. Karen  |  June 7, 2008 at 5:17 am

    So glad you loved The Book Thief – it is magical isn’t it?

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