" I am haunted by humans" 
 And I am haunted by the Book Thief, Markus steals what little sanity I have and turns my mind into a whirlwind of thoughts. I am drowned by an ocean of feels and killed in the storm of words. 
 "I have hated the words and I have loved them and I hope I have made them right." 
 There are books which make you go in super fangirl mode and there are books which make you cry and drown the whole city and then again there are books, which you love and want to hold onto them as long as possible. The book thief is such a kind of book, I want to hold onto its thoughts, its words and its story until I die. There are book that leave you speechless, blow up your heart and yet leave you happy and satisfied. Liesel's story was such a kind. I feel eternal bliss and my heart ruptures and heals all over again. See? I am speaking all poetic balderdash. Good books do that to me. Okay, speaking of The book Thief I loved everything about it. 
 Bless their hearts who have read this book, bless them with everything. 
 And to people who didn't even hear about the Book Thief, I just added you in Revenge List. 
 I feel this world will never, ever become good unless they read the book thief. Its people will never by true humans unless they read this. 
 Who is the book thief? What's her story? 
 It's just a small story really, about, among other things: 
 * A girl 
 * Some words 
 * An accordionist 
 * Some fanatical Germans 
 * A Jewish fist fighter 
 * And quite a lot of thievery 
 I saw the book thief three times. 
 It's a story that plays with thoughts, emotions, threads of snippets of different stories entangled into a mystic web that doesn't leave you until the last page. And among them, a story of a girl, a book-thief who steals words only to love them. So many souls so many tales living together and breathing the air of Nazi Germany, a place with black hearts and cold breaths. 
 A BOOK THAT IS JUST........ DIFFERENT. 
 You see, most of the books give you all the page-dejavu feeling. You feel like you have read that before, you writer wants to keep all the things hidden, but you still figure out how the story will go. But Markus puts all the threads in front of us, and we don't have the slightest of idea what comes after what. This book punches you in the face and leaves your deductive reasoning running out of the window. When someone throws a twist at us, you are reluctant to look round that corner and when they're are no twists we just feel "meh, whatever" This book heads for a completely different direction, leaves you all puzzled out yet wanting for more and more. I read the book and I thought, "Well, this is strange." A book narrated by an entirely out-worldly character doesn't quite explain how things were going to work out later. It was different and I was stuck to it. You know, it made me more of an curiosity cat and what I found was sheer pure gold. 
 IN SEARCH OF A NARRATOR WHO BLOWS YOU APART? WHY? Choose Death 
 I have never in my life thought that I'll get to meet such a charming, sympathetic, kind-hearted, philosophical and poetic Death. I still shiver at the thought of Death, not because I am afraid of it, but now that I understand it, it's true beauty that I,now, can behold. He presents us with a story, puts all the twists and turns before us to see and let's guide ourselves through it. He hates suspense and quite truly appreciates the story that takes it's own course. It's like endless time has made him despise surprise. Yet he, never fails to surprise us. 
 "I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I even simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant." - Death. 
 It marvels me and I am left in awe at the sheer simplicity and complexity of Death. He presented me with a quite ordinary story made extraordinary by his set of views. Old wine in a new bottle, but a bottle that changes cheap beer into glorious champagne ( a beverage liked by Papa, Hans Huberman.) The story of hearts tired of wars, filled with fears, binded with secrets, swelling with eternal love all through the words of Death himself. Death, who saw it all unravel before his eyes, he who saw us shamelessly killing each other in a bloodlust. 
 I love history, and Death has made me love it more yet fear the gruesome days of war. Introduced me to Fuhrer in a completely different way, a leader who hypnotized people with words, a leader who fought in the basement with the Jewish fist-fighter. 
 The story had a melancholy in it which creeps up slowly through your veins and blood and turns your heart into hollow cavity. I knew this book would be my Death, but it killed me in a way from which I can never recover. It made me into someone else entirely. I saw all the pieces joining together into a massive hotpot of emotions and I cried and cried and cried and screamed. 
 Now let us take some time to appreciate the power of words, people. 
 Because words have immense power in them, it can build and collapse, it can save and destroy, it can hurt and heal all at the same time. The book thief knew what were words. Every reader knows, you and I know, Liesel knew, Death knows, and everyone who appreciates good things in life know, we are the word shakers that know that words can be everything. I loved Liesel because she understood, I loved the book for the words and I am ruined by these words. And the way Markus presents us the story of the Word Shaker, the white and black between the use of words, it was impossible to leave this book after that. Liesel was a girl who loved words but didn't know how to understand them at first, I could identify herself with me and surely every other reader could and must have done so. These words are a blessing, to everyone of us who loves them. The love of reading has never been defined better. 
 "Words can hide the truth, 
 Words can strike the heart; 
 Words can provoke the youth, 
 To make a revolution start." 
 The characters are simply ordinary people who deserve to live in your heart and never pay the rent. Hans Huberman, the man with silver eyes. 
 Rosa Huberman, the lady with cardboard face, cruel words and different kind of love. 
 Rudy Steiner, the boy with hair the color of lemons and love so pure, and a saukrel for sure. 
 Max Vandenburg, the Jewish fist fighter who thought of punching his Death, who walked on a tightrope with Liesel towards the yellow sun. I will run out of all the good words telling you about the different kinds of lovable people out there. 
 Markus was an epitome of the Word-god, he stringed words and made people out of it, people so realistic and true, so kind and brave. I love him for that. 
 Which quotes I loved in this book? 
 Believe me, if I had taken this very difficult task of highlighting the quotes I love in the book, my book would have looked like a very bright canary. I LOVE EACH AND EVERY WORD OF IT. EVERY WORD. 
 Some mashed thoughts that are are dire need to be brought in notice: 
 *I am quite good in German now, after all Rosa was my teacher. So, sorry if I ever call you Saukrel or Saumensch, you know I love you, don't you? My saukrels and suamensches! 
 *Next, about the relationships Markus spun between characters, the pure friendship of Leisel and Max, the love-hate relationship of Rudy and Liesel, the caring yet Watschen-ing relationship of mother and daughter and last but not the least the impeccable love between a father and a daughter. 
 * The sadness and happiness inside me knows no bounds, I am ruined for forever and patched up for forever by this book. The only think I do not like about this book, is that it had left me clueless of what to read next. Not many of the books leave me like that. 
 * I love Death, not in a way, " I want to die and you should take me now" but in a " I am scared of you yet astounded by your beauty kind of way" When people said Death was bad or cruel, I was like "NO!" and see Markus supports me. Death is nothing but a friend, sometimes a painful truth. 
 She was the book thief without the words." She stole hearts, without knowing.