Dec 11, 2013

Quick Thoughts on The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

I began reading The Book Thief sometime in October. I sped through the first few hundred pages and petered out when I couldn't muster up the enthusiasm to deal with anything that had to to with words. After two months, I've finally finished. My eyes are probably a bit swollen and the tears, though dry, are still on my cheeks. I have a confession: I hate crying over books. I feel so silly when I do.

At one point, while I read the last few chapters, I asked, "Why are you doing this to me?" I will miss these characters. It sucks that they only exist in this book. I had to remind myself that Liesel Meminger isn't a real person. She felt so real. They felt so real. I hope I'll get to see the movie soon.

"She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half. 
Then a chapter. 
Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? Without them, there wouldn't be any of this. Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing. There would be no limping prisoners, no need for consolation or wordly tricks to make us feel better.
What good were the words?"