The Book Thief - Marcus Zusak
This is the tale of the book thief, as narrated by death. And when death tells a story, you really have to listen.
It's just a small story really, about, among other things:
Some fanatical Germans
A Jewish fist fighter
And quite a lot of thievery.
With so many reviews stating how emotionally exhausting this book is it's safe to say I felt pretty heartless reading this book. I found myself wondering why I wasn't having the same reactions. The deaths fell flat to me and I just couldn't find it in me to drag up the 'appropriate' response to some of the dialogue. I found myself praying for passionate speech and writing; something to take me out of this world and into the world of Liesel. This didn't happen. Don't get me wrong, I did feel pity for her quite often throughout the book. I found myself horrified at the effects of the war and feeling so, so lucky that I didn't have to live through a time like that. It brought back all the knowledge I had learnt about the treatment of the Jews. The thing is, I found these events horrifying because of the fact that this actually happened, not because of the way the author had written it.
This wasn't a book for me. I can definitely see why people like it. I get why it has been on the bestseller list. For me though, it all fell a little flat. I wasn't invested in the characters and I found myself longing for the ending so that I could pick up a different book. I put off buying it for a very long time because it didn't sound like my cup of tea. I gave in though, there are so many rave reviews that I couldn't wait to find out what the fuss was all about. I'm glad I've read it, but it isn't a book that I'll be rushing off to re-read or a film that I'll go and see unfortunately.