Ohoho, there are not enough words to express my feelings right now: I have cried and I have laughed, like to no other book. I saw a lot of documentaries and movies, and my grandfather told me about „the big war” (the second WW) he fought in, but I have never ever saw a book written like this. The most impressive is the storyteller: death itself. Can you imagine death complaining about people who don’t have nothing else to do, but to start a war and kill thousands, so death is overwhelmed, and she has a boss who’s busting her butt to work harder and faster? Read this book and you will find out that even death pities the children and the innocent ones. But what can she do? She leaves the bodies (when bodies remain, not aches), but she has to take the souls to Heaven. And death is not as we, humans, picture her, a skeleton lady in a big cloaked mantle, holding a big scythe. No, she’s just a shadow walking through the world. She wears a cloak only when it’s cold. Although we do not realize it, we encounter death many times during our passing lives, and some of us have such good lives to share, that death itself will keep an eye in order to tell the world our story after we are no more.
This is a story of a book thief, of a girl who loses everything: family, home and has the strength to stay alive no matter what. And her only consolation are the books, because all she had left from her little brother, is a lost book that she can not read. So she will hold on to that book as if it was her brother himself, and, after she learns how to read, she will discover people through the books. What a journey in such hard times! Enjoy!
