Book Review: “The Book Thief”, sweetness and bitterness in the Nazi Germany

Any life is a story, and in many occasions the words have the gift of making a novel from them.

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Markus Zusak, the Australian writer, captivates the reader from the first page, with this touching story about love, pain and the importance of books.

If we can be sure about something is that in the human being, evilness and kindness dwell together to a greater or less degree.

Zusak invites us to discover that besides any acting, word, silence or sight there is a hiden reason, and extreme situations lead people to extreme reactions.

The feats of the little Liesel, protagonist of this unforgetable story, offer us a walk through innocence, through the eyes of a girl who clings strongly to life, and who by means of the reading, her own readings, delights the readers and makes them see that life is but a game of words, and that we all can tell our own story.

Liesel, by the hand of her step-parents, Hans and Rosa Huberman, and her loyal friend Rudy, will learn the values that make from a person a human being, values that in the background of a Germany dominated by nazism are made questionables and force people to get the best and the worst from them and from others; even though in the case of Liesel all actions carry a smile and the expansion of people’s hearts.

Despite of the disastrous consequences of a war, this novel makes us to smile, to cry, to dream and to think in the way we thought someday, when we were 12 years old, to whom clouds draw wonders on the sky, and to whom a feather found on the ground can be the best of all gifts.

Finally words are disolved once have been pronounced and warn us that life and death are not that distant from each other as we think , but once they are written they can remain and live forever with the cartain that they will be used as inspiration for other people.

A story that encourages to tell stories and make hearts to grow.

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