*The Book Thief

by Markus Zusak | Literature & Fiction |
ISBN: 0385611471 Global Overview for this book
Registered by nice-cup-of-tea of Zürich, Zürich Switzerland on 8/19/2007
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Journal Entry 1 by nice-cup-of-tea from Zürich, Zürich Switzerland on Sunday, August 19, 2007
This book has to get a 10, no issue. Wonderful, thought provoking and I cried buckets. A book about reading, love, books, parents, death, nazis and Germany.

Book Description
The story of a young orphan girl who steals books, about her foster family and the Jewish boxer hidden in their basement as they struggle to survive in Nazi Germany, narrated by the voice of Death.

Synopsis
1939, Nazi Germany - The country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier. Liesel, a nine-year-old girl, is living with a foster family on Himmel Street. Her parents have been taken away to a concentration camp. Liesel steals books. This is her story and the story of the inhabitants of her street when the bombs begin to fall. Some important information - This novel is narrated by death. It''s a small story about: a girl, an accordionist, some fanatical Germans, a Jewish fist fighter, and quite a lot of thievery. Another thing you should know - death will visit the book thief three times.

Journal Entry 2 by nice-cup-of-tea at Zürich, Zürich Switzerland on Monday, April 28, 2014
Re-read this over Easter - still wonderful a second time round. Still cried buckets

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
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It was one of those moments of perfect tiredness, of having conquered not only the work at hand, but the night who had blocked the way.Read more at location 1055 • Delete this highlight
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Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see the paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the grey, the every-coloured books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen.Read more at location 1615 • Delete this highlight
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He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.Read more at location 5950 • Delete this highlight
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He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do – the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, ‘I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come.’Read more at location 5952 • Delete this highlight
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