I've always been a book-lover. Before I knew how to read, I already held books and marvelled at the sight of words. So when I started reading, it's very difficult for me to put my books down. Especially when I started reading my first novel, Harry Potter. But that's not why I'm writing this. I'm writing this for the one book that made me put it down, stare into oblivion, and think. This book, by Markus Zusak, made me feel a plethora of emotions, from happiness to sadness to anger, then back to happiness. It broke my heart and mended it in so many times. I'm not from Germany nor ma I a Jew. I haven't been born yet when this story came to life. I'm a 90's kid and I thought I knew what happened at Germany in World War II, but I was thoroughly mistaken. This book revealed to me a whole lot of things with the story of a girl, the book thief.
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