The Book Thief

“He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.” 

Dad bought 'The Book Thief' for me from US in sept and i just finished it and wow idk how to put this in words but most of my favourite books often involve at least a death and a child haunted by death and smth about stories like these make me ache in places i am unable to simply cuz I cannot begin to imagine how it feels like without the same experience and in a way I like to say this increases my capacity to feel and process and express. The Book Thief really broke my heart I almost cried on the train while reading about a certain someone's death. Markus often weaves in an out he doesn't really go by a linear time line and when he drops this bomb on you (foreshadowing what's about to happen) you are stricken yet at the same time expectant of what's to come and frick I was not looking forward to it happening I wanted to stop reading it but to do that is not giving justice to Markus. I loved how the story was narrated, by Death and how he was personified i could almost visualize him without a scythe. Idk how he arranges such simple words and yet they form the greatest most lasting impressions 'So much good, so much evil. Just add water.' and how every death is associated to colour it makes me think how smth as simple, as natural, as normal as magnificent as death can somehow translate to colour can somehow be expressed through visual aids how a life, can be concluded with a single shade. Think I will reread this, what a great book.