I was afraid to pick up The Book Thief again, afraid that it would be like some other books I’ve tried to reread and had to put down because I was bored now that I knew the ending.
But The Book Thief is somehow even more breathtaking the second time around. Every word is important. I can’t help but devour it all over again.
I hope Markus Zusak understands how important this book is, how beautiful it is. And I hope to thank him one day for such a wonderful piece of literature.
Oh my gosh, so I’m rereading The Book Thief because I’m a masochist but mostly, to prepare for the film and I bought a new copy because my father stole mine.
Here’s the cover on the dust jacket:
But you know, the dust jacket gets annoying after a while so I took it off while I was reading tonight.
Here’s the cover underneath:
IS THAT OR IS THAT NOT WONDERFUL.
I think that The Book Thief being made into a movie will be a lot like my Les Miserables experience, to be honest.
Even if the film is not perfect, even if I imagined it differently, the people who have not read this gorgeous book will be inspired to read it.
And that is just awesome.
…so this is the guy they got to play Max in the film version of The Book Thief?
I don’t approve.
So I’m in my Young Adult Lit class and my professor goes, “So you know Rudy?”
The class is sort of silent. I don’t know why.
But I’m extremely silent because all I can think is, “How about a kiss, Saumensch?”
Turns out, she was talking about the movie but I guess I can’t hear that name now without MY HEART SHATTERING INTO A THOUSAND PIECES.
As they walked back to Himmel Street, Rudy forewarned her.
“One day, Liesel,” he said, “you’ll be dying to kiss me.”
Markus Zusak. The Book Thief, p. 55
Sometimes I can’t bring myself to think about it. Thinking about what they’ve done and how it feels and how she likes me too much to consider me.
Even though I know.
It isn’t just sex I’d want from her.
I’d want to feel myself mold with her, just for a moment, if that’s all I’m allowed.