Okay Meriem, this is a very important book, please do not mess up!
This is a review I’m attempting to write for The Book Thief, by its brilliant author Mr Marcus Zusak. I’ll try my best to do it right even though I’m still in the process of trying to fathom a coherent thought about this brilliant book. I’m still overwhelmed with its perfection, with emotions, with words.
‘Unsettling, thought-provoking, life affirming, triumphant and tragic, this is a novel of breathtaking scope, masterfully told. An important piece of work, but also a wonderful page-turner’ -Guardian.
I finished this book last night at 2 in the morning after 9 days of intense reading, and yes, you’ve guessed it right, I cried my eyes out!
I’m sorry Mr John Green, my favorite book is no longer tfios, for I have been so luckily introduced to what I believe is the world’s most important piece of literature, a world of words and thievery.
The story takes place in Nazi Germany, 1939. During the second World War, the cities of the country are constantly under air attack. In the words of Mr Marcus Zusak, ‘Death has never been busier’. This quote brings me to the next point, which is the most unique aspect of this book, it’s narrated by death. The story is about Liesel Meminger, a nine-year old girl who will, by the very beginning of the book, be given to a foster family, the Hubermanns, living in 33 Himmel Street.
The Book Thief, Liesel Meminger, showed me the importance of words, their beauty, and also their cruelty and brutality. She taught me how to find life in words, how to find hope in books and pages. Rudy Steiner, her best friend, taught me the art and beauty of being stupid and idiotic, to steal when necessary, and to give even when I’m in need of what I’m giving. Hans Hubermann warmed my heart and I wanted him to be my own father, I dreamed about the silver of his eyes, and I longed to hear him play the accordion. Hans taught me to be kind enough to hide a Jew in my basement, showed me how important it is to keep a promise and to be loyal, to help people out even if it was for the least reward as half a cigarette. Rosa Hubermann showed me that a little swearing is nothing but a sign of love and affection, and every time she called Liesel a ‘saumensch’, I knew that she only ever loved her so much and cared about her. She also taught me to be a woman of a crisis, that if I was brave enough to hide a Jew in my basement, I should as well not let him die down there. Max, the Jew, showed me how to hold on to life. God, he’s a strong man, regardless of the hell he’s been through, he has always kept his faith and his hope, and never did he let go of his friendship with Liesel. He also liked a good fist-fight and knew the beauty of words like Liesel did. I couldn’t help but fall a little in love with him. I also liked Ilsa Hermann, the mayor’s wife, a lot. She was kind and she would let Liesel into a library full of books and colors. She had a broken heart and a dead son, she was sweet and silent, and when she did speak, it was beautiful and heartwarming.
I’m more than thankful for the existence of such a book in my shelf, and to the fact that it is the only physical, hand-felt, not so electronic book that I own, it makes it even more special and dear to my heart.
I give this book: ★★★★★
I recommend this book to everyone. It’s a long read indeed, but it’s definitely worth it. It’s so bittersweet and you will carry it with you for the rest of your life.