The Book Thief

First... CONGRATS TO ME for finally finishing reading The Book Thief. After a month and 2 weeks... Yay! Yay! Yay! So much for reading one book every two weeks

A nice read but also very sad. The war has robbed Liesel of her happiness many times~ when her brother died, when her mother left, when Max needed to leave and finally, when all her loved ones died.

What I loved in this book was Liesel's relationships with the people in her life~ Papa, Mama, Max and Rudy.

Hans and Rosa Hubermann were Liesel's foster parents. They both loved Liesel although in different ways. Hans was just more demonstrative of his love for Liesel, while Rosa wasn't but Liesel knew she loved her as well.

I also liked Liesel's relationship with Rudy~ mala young love, sweet love. I liked how their friendship has evolved into something more beautiful but it was too late when Liesel realized for what it truly was.

At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

Years ago, when they raced on a muddy field, Rudy was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was a triple Hitler Youth athletics champion. He was her best friend. And he was a month from his death.

"Of course I told him about you," Liesel sad.

She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.

Blame all the mush on the fact that Valentines is just a few days away.

Here are more lines from the book that I liked~

Still in disbelief, she started to dig. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't-
Within seconds, snow was carved into her skin.
Frozen blood was cracked across her hands.
Somewhere in the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces. Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white.

***

His eyes did not do anything that shock normally describes. No snapping, no slapping, no jolt. Those things happen when you wake from a bad dream, not when you wake into one.

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Can a person steal happiness? Or is it just another internal, infernal human trick?

Next book: The Perks of Being a Wallflower