The fact that they are also poor and she is almost always starving doesn’t help either, but her father has taken it upon himself to teach her how to read, and the long nights spent learning the alphabet become Liesel’s only joy. Living with her foster parents, Rosa and Hans Hubermann, and not knowing anything about her mother is difficult enough for Liesel.
The only thing that is left is for her to learn how to read them. Given the book title, it’s easy to guess what she steals: books. Death seems to be fascinated with a little girl, Liesel Meminger, who has the bad habit of stealing. This Death sees the world and people in colors, can be witty and serious at the same time, and knows how to crack a joke, which is really something considering his story is placed in Nazi Germany during World War II. But Zusak’s depiction of Death is very different from what a reader might expect. And, when Death wants to tell you a story, the most sensible thing to do is listen. Before picking it up, I knew that it was going to be good, but I didn’t quite expect it to have such an impact on me. What can one say about such a book? That it is amazing? That it’s worth reading and re-reading? This was exactly what happened to me in the case of “The Book Thief” by Markus Zusak. Words fail me when I’ve just read 500 or so pages of perfection, pages that made me smile, made me fall in love with the characters, root for them, and then cry at the same time with them. I noticed a long time ago that the books I absolutely love are the most difficult to review.
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