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I finished reading The Book Thief yesterday.

To be very frank, I hated Diary of Anne Frank. It was boring and no matter how they say it was a wonderful book.A great classic. Blah de Blah. It just felt jarred and clumsy.

This was different though.Although it was 550 pages long, not one word was wasted,almost like every single word, no matter how insignificant, every "is" and the "was" weighed to see how much it would impact the entire book.

Story in Brief
In Germany, a girl is sent to live with foster parents.
She steals her first book on the way there."The Grave Diggers Handbook"
In the course of time when she arrives at her foster parent's door step and her village bombing she
-meets a boy
-hides a Jew
-writes a book

There is a thin balance between innocence and pure realistic misery here.

Reasons:
1.It's set in World War Two when Hitler lorded over Germany
2.Death is the Narrator

Death is a great narrator.If he wasn't already holding such an important job,I'm sure he would write or take a job manufacturing grim reapers.

By the way — I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me

Sometimes,he is wonderfully whimsical without meaning to

She was a book thief
He stole the sky

It just carries so much, i can't possibly review it here without sounding like a dork.

I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do i ever simply estimate it.I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious,and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

I will end it here with two words for the book.

Brutal and Beautiful.

Sidenote:I need to own this book.