Hello Wednesday. This week is flying by and although I am excited to be going home tomorrow for Easter I am not ready for my restful week at school to be over. Having time for myself to do what I want is such a foreign concept and quite the luxury so I am pleased to say I've been taking full advantage of it. So much so that you can expect a second blog post today at noon! Although I've been writing instead of reading Nell is back today with another recommendation for any of y'all who prefers reading as your form of relaxation!
When I was given this book at the age of 15 or so, I didn’t think much of it. The title, the title font, and the cover photo weren’t reminiscent of books I liked to read. I judged it by its cover, and I don’t think I even bothered to read the inside flap. After a few years of it sitting on my bookshelf, I picked up The Book Thief one day, started reading it, and realized I’d been wrong. As I’ve said, I love WWII fiction, and this book was so good! It’s narrated by Death, which I know sounds weird, but I think it’s one thing that makes the book so unique. Also, not only is the storyline captivating but the writing itself, the way things are described, is wonderful. The Book Thief is now a movie as well, and it’s good (though I’m pretty much #teambook in every case. The movie is good but doesn’t outdo the book). The book is classified as young adult, I believe, but if you’re reading this post and you’re no longer a teenager, don’t let it deter you. It’s appropriate for teenagers but I think readers of any age would enjoy this.
Here’s a brief description: “Liesel Meminger is a foster girl living outside of Munich, who scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement.” The Book Thief is well worth the read…and the moral of the story? Say it with me everyone: don’t judge a book by its cover.