book review: The Book Thief
I have quite literally just finished reading what is possiby the most wrenching book I have read in my life (and I took a class on Holocaust literature, guys). It's titled The Book Thief, it's by Markus Zusak, it is narrated by Death, and you should all read it now, because oh, my God. It is wrenching and heartbreaking and beautiful, it made me cry three seperate times. It's all about the power of language, and the beauty and glory and ugliness and horror of humanity, and it will emotionally devastate you, and you will be grateful for it. It hurts so good, guys.

This is also one of the most beautifully written books I have read in... um... ever. Zusak has an incredible command of language. Every word used is so precise, and his voice is so remarkable. Here, see for yourself:

"I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me."

And that's off the first page. The whole book is like this. It's books like this that make me want to be a writer even more.

I cannot think of a single thing I would change about this book. Not one word. Go and read it. Buy it, borrow it, steal it, I don't care, it is worth whatever you do to get your hands on it.