I haven't picked this book up in over a year, but I'm still reading it? Here's what happened: 
 I was enjoying this novel very much. I'd made it to more-or-less the point that my Goodreads progress meter currently shows. This book was in my backpack along with a bottle of liquid DayQuil that I was carrying as I had a cold. Though childproof, the cap, alas, did not prove bagproof. My copy of The Book Thief--actually one belonging to the public library--was now an altered book. 
 The orange sticky mess was thrown away and I paid the cost of the book plus a five dollar processing fee. I didn't immediately try to get another copy from the library; eventually, I received one as a gift from a friend. By then I was reading other things and any momentum I'd had with this book was gone. I'd been enjoying it, though; I still mean to finish.