“He was the cra…

“He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.
She was the book thief without the words.

Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

I need to read this again…

30 Day Challenge!!


Good Morning! (well morning-ish) I hope you are all well and looking forward to my post on the 30 Day book challenge. So I’m going to keep it short and sweet because I have a detailed dissertation plan to write before a meeting at 4 o clock and I’m still not sure what I’m even writing it on! PANIC! So, onto a book that makes me sad; now this is a hard one because I cry a lot, not particularly in my general life but at books, films, adverts, television shows. So, quite a few books have made me cry recently, however there is one that I cannot even pick up without feeling a tear starting to beckon and that is the stunning book, please tell me you’ve read it, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.


 The book follows the life of Liesel Meminger, a nine-year-old German girl who is given up by her mother to live with Hans and Rosa Hubermann in the small town of Molching in 1939, shortly before World War II. On their way to Molching, Liesel’s younger brother Werner dies, and she is traumatised, experiencing nightmares about him for months. Hans is a gentle man who brings her comfort and helps her learn to read, starting with a book Liesel took from the cemetery where her brother was buried. The book also has an interesting narrator, Death, who notes that he is extremely busy but brings a rather soulful and gentle addition to the book. Overall, It describes a young girl’s relationship with her foster parents, the other residents of their neighborhood, and a Jewish fist-fighter who hides in her home during the escalation of World War II.The book continues and leads us on a story of love, betrayal, death, hope and yes a couple of tears. I won’t tell you anymore because if I write about it I could not give it justice, and I might be tempted to read it, (again) so I will leave you to read it for yourselves!