with the help of her accordion-playing foster father, liesel leans to read and share her stoem books with her neighbors during bombing raids, as well as with the jewish man hidden in her basement.
markus zusak has crafted an unforgettable novel about the ability of books to feed a soul.
dear markus zusak,
i was a little uncertain of this book when i first began. it was a bit jarring the way the story was being told and i had a hard time believing in your character of death. but that quickly faded and i was in. i was in for every last word on every last page. at every free moment i had, i felt myself reaching for this book. i wanted more. from liesel. from rudy. from papa. from max. even death himself won me over. and i wanted so bad to believe that death is compassionate, not just void of all emotions.
the book max writes for liesel, absolutely moving. it reminded me that there is something so pure in all the horrors that happen. as small as a tiny, homemade story can be -- it can also save.
it's been a long time since a book has brought me to tears, but you managed to do just that. i sat on my floor and sobbed. i had to take a moment to get a hold of myself so i could keep reading. i was utterly broken by this story. but somehow, this story filled me with such hope it was overwhelming. so if you want to write more books as beautiful as this one, i'll be the first in line to pick up a copy.
a lone reader