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Jean-Paul’s rating: 5/5 stars
There is infinitely more beauty in sadness than in happiness. Maybe it’s because sadness makes you appreciate the beauty all the more.
There is a Vonnegut-esqueness to Markus Zusak’s writing that made me want to hate this book at the beginning; the short sentence aside that makes Kurt Vonnegut Kurt Vonnegut. But the more Zusak utilized it, the more I came to enjoy it. Reading “The Book Thief” was like digging for gems in a bed of gold. There were so many single sentences scattered throughout the book that made me stop and smile. That a person can express so much in so few words is a testament to both Zusak’s ability.
“The Book Thief” is brutally sad. It also happens to be brutally beautiful. The book is narrated by Death which at first comes off as annoyingly cheesy until you get into Death’s personality. If there’s one personality that can find the beauty of the worst of situations, it’s Death, right? And how much worse can it be than living in Molching on the outskirts of Munich during World War II? Much worse, it turns out, if you happen to be a Jew.