I'm giving this book 3 stars for the pretty words and the concept. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. It burst through the window—the glass was everywhere—and shone directly onto the useless girl. Zusak seems to suppress this urge however and manages to give us an entire cast of characters--including primary, secondary, and even tertiary characters--who are all very round and therefore very interesting. I can see why people wouldn't like it - I really can. The plane was still coughing.
I found the writing stilted and stuttering hard to stutter in writing, but this book pulls it off , overly sentimental, and heavy-handed on the symbolism. A tale narrated by Death and set in Nazi Germany. It will make you laugh, cry and smile. I agree with you to a degree. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone. Although it isn't my usual type of book, I found it to be a beautiful story. Did I not get it?? The only way to really show you what I mean is to select a few quotes and I wish I was better at keeping track of lines I love.
You're very dear, but I know his name is Anton and not Antonin. It sought to instil in its readers a sense of proper shame. His books have been translated into more than forty languages, to both popular and critical acclaim. I mean, what's wrong with me?? I cheated, i got impatient and decided to watch the movie in the middle of the book. Liesel shares out her books in the air-raid shelters. I like complex stories and characters, and beautiful writing that makes me want to underline passages. Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky.
Death is rendered vividly, a lonely, haunted being who is drawn to children, who has had a lot of time to contemplate human nature and wonder at it. It's a gimmick, and it falls flat. I debated about starting a fight that would, in all likelihood, spill over to our community. Winner of the 2007 BookBrowse Ruby Award. I clearly remember that my breath was loud that day.
Is it really that good? They're the ones I can't stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. Now, this might work in some books, but not this one. «For some reason, the dying guys always ask questions they already know about the answer. They know they will lose loved ones. At the end of an afternoon that had contained much excitement, much beautiful evil, one blood-soaked ankle, and a slap from a trusted hand, Liesel Meminger attained her second success story.
It also created a sense of detachment from the events, and evoked the message that death is unavoidable and will eventually come for all. The other gimmick I found most distracting these are not the only two, but they are the most egregious is the repeated use of little newsflash-type, bold and centered notes that appear periodically through the story to highlight some stupid point and add in the author's mind dramatic effect. I knew next to nothing about it, besides that everyone seemed to love it so much; I recall seeing a conversation where a bunch of people agreed it was the best Young Adult book ever written. I hated that even though the sentences and chapters were short and choppy, the book was 550 pages long! He's the son of a friend of Hans from the first world war, the man who taught him the accordian, whose widowed wife Hans promised to help if she ever needed it. She never knew her father, her mother disappears after delivering her to her new foster parents, and her younger brother died on the train to Molching where the foster parents live. She has a peculiar attachment to books, her first being a gravedigger's manual that she picks up during her brother's funeral. She's so passionate and smart and sweet and just … ugh.
Needless to say, I vacation in increments. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. It clapped when it hit the surface and began to float downstream. Hans is a German who does not hate Jews, though he knows the risk he and his family are taking, letting Max live in the basement. I found the writing stilted and stuttering hard to stutter in writing, but this book pulls it off , overly sentimental, and heavy-handed on the symbolism.
It would be better for a complete dream, I think, but I really have no control over that. Death takes an interest in her and her books on that day and follows her, sometimes constantly and sometimes at a distance. Perhaps because I took a lot out of it personally, I found I enjoyed it a lot. Death's narration somehow manages to be not too overpowering; after all, most of the story is focused on Liesel. He's so freaking adorable and awesome. This is a lyrical, poignant, heartbreaking, soul-shattering story disjointedly told by a nearly-omniscient, fascinated by humans narrator - Death.