The Book Thief

I'm just oblivious on what would be the most appreciative words or sentence I can type for this wonderfully written yet insanely aching book like The Book Thief. I wanted to cry so hard everytime the narrator speaks to me like he's just behind me telling to open my eyes and see for myself the very detailed events of Liesel Meminger. Though I still wonder how Markus Zusak managed to write a book that can articulately make the readers feels the pain of loss with a simultaneous happiness inside. Unlike any other books that I read, this is the only book that made me literally sick. Believe me I never felt so much attached to fictional characters other than this. The narrator has his way of saying that somehow he do really has a heart to spare. 

I was welcomed with Liesel Meminger's innocence from the beginning. Her hunger for words and to express it aches inside of me. It feels like she always wanted to say all with his Papa but everytime the memory of his brother resides in her head, all of it seems to stop her on speaking. I felt pity for her.

The memories of her mother and brother keeps on residing with her mind and the words are easily felt. The anguish and confusing events of being alive yet full of pain, it takes every courage to endure it within a young age. That's the reason I admire Liesel from the start.

Another thing that I essentially loved in The Book Thief was the description of death. The ultimately inevitable consequence of being alive. I realize how death is not pretentious to be real. The Book Thief is an epitome of continuous living part to be alive and at the same time, to die in the most unexpected ways and places. It shows every betrayal and bravery of every characters. The way their mind works interconnects with the readers mind.

Last, The Book Thief is full of pain. I'm proud to say I endured it until the end.