My original plan was to just peek inside this book for a moment and then start reading it one day later for a buddy read with Caidyn. 
 It didn't quite work out, I could not put the book down. 
 "The Book Thief" captivated me from its very first sentence, and soon I found myself wondering about things like the relation between death, chocolate and colors and drifted away into an incredibly sad, but also incredibly beautiful story about the power of words, friendship, love, family and war, told from the perspective of death itself. 
 The fact that death is the narrator of the story truly turns it into a unique reading experience, whereas death is not portrayed as a heartless and cruel Grim Reaper, but as a being who questions, struggles, and is capable of empathy. 
 The human heart is a line, whereas my own is a circle, and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time. 
 The consequence of this is that I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugliness and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing that I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die. 
 The language in the Book Thief is simple, imaginative, meaningful and poetic: 
 They only walked home together with aching feet and tired hearts. 
 Be warned though, reading this book is not an easy undertaking. 
 It will make you question humanity, it will make you laugh at the weirdest moments and then feel guilty about it, and it will, naturally, make you cry. 
 But it will also fill your heart with an abundance of beautiful words and gift you characters to love and remember forever. 
 First thoughts after finishing the book: 
 I'm a wreck right now so review will have to wait until I calm down.