I officially acknowledge that men, unlike women know how to write. They tend to create masterpieces, while women write about what they lack in life. Did you ever notice that every good idea a woman author might ever had was soon transformed into ,,I loved him but he didn't love me" stupidity, adding a lot of drama to it. I only now realize that almost all of my favourite books are written by a male author, because those books had something different, something special. (It is strictly my opinion and I do not try to convince anyone to accept it.) 
 This book was majestic. I fell in love with Zusak's writing style since "The book thief", and I am so happy that he didn't disappoint me in this one. He changed the story completely (there comes another difference between men and women, as the last ones tend to maintain the same story line in every book they write). Nevertheless he kept that same sense of humour and once again the mother has a lot of swearing in her lexicon, the kind of swearing that expresses how much she loves her child - "Believe it or not--it takes a lot of love to hate you like this." - , which I absolutely adore in his books. There was mystery, happy and tearful moments, which added a lot of intensity to this creation. I liked how briefly it passed from one character to another without forgetting to remind us about each of them sooner or later, not allowing us to omit any piece of this marvellous puzzle. Therefore, even if there are a lot of characters, each of them can find his own place in the reader's mind. 
 It was just exceptional...