Friday, November 14, 2014
The Book Thief
In 1939, Liesel has lost her little brother and has been left by her mother to live with foster parents in Germany. She clutches The Grave Digger’s Handbook, a book left by her brother’s grave by accident, even though she does not know how to read.
This first act of book thievery is only the beginning – and as she learns to read with the assistance of her foster father she commences a passion for books and words.
But as the Nazi’s hold in Germany strengthens, Liesel’s foster family hides a Jew in their basement and sets off a string of events that will change Liesel’s life forever…
I have heard of The Book Thief, of course, for quite some time. As I finally reached the point to read it for myself, I was a bit scared of it not meeting expectations – or that it would and I’ll cry for ages!
The prologue is powerful, golly that’s for sure.
The Book Thief is deeply touching, frightening and engrossing.
This is a meaningful and very good book – but for me it was not as earth-shattering as I expected.
This is one of those times that you wonder if you hadn’t heard so much about it, if you would have loved it more.
Don’t get me wrong – it is very, very good. But I didn’t cry and I didn’t feel as emotionally drained as I thought I would.
It’s an effective novel that was very well done and more than worth the read, though.