Today I finished reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. As this post is coming via my phone I haven't really got a chance to google or look up mr. Zusak or the book itself.
The story is heartwarming and touching. Even though it's narrator is death. As it is told on the back cover:
"it's a small story, about:
A girl
An accordionist
Some fanatical Germans
A Jewish fist fighter
And quite a lot of thievery".
I read this book for the past few days until i hit the last page today. I enjoyed every moment of it.
Interestingly my copy has a story of its own. The night before last i was reading this book in candle light. I fell asleep. I woke many hours later around 7am to the sound of dripping wax and the smell of burning paper. I must have a angel looking after me. The front cover was completely spoiled and so were most of the pages with molten wax all over them. I read it regardless and kept reminding myself how lucky i was to have woken up.
I have learned my lesson though.. No more candle lit reading sesions for me.
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