The Book Thief

The Book Thief

One girl and many lives, Leisel Meminger, on the sets of second world war. She is a girl of forgotten roots and her story resembles the story of each and every one of us. She yearns for love and hunts for it. She develops as a person as she finds her inspiration in her foster father. The story revolves around this little girl, named the ‘The book thief’.

Amidst the evils of the world war, the black skies and the dusty floor, Leisel finds resolution in collecting, or rather, stealing books and the words within. Eventually, one realizes how her theft had become more than just adventure, it becomes a necessity. As the story unfolds and the pages turn, one realizes how her theft saved many lives. 

“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you, a boy who loves you”

This story is about her best friend, Rudy Steiner. The pages of the black book contain a unique mystery between two friends and two lovers and how they find solace in each other’s company. It is strange that the narrator reveals the suspense and the climax of the story well in advance, in a hope that the readers can tolerate and prepare themselves for the blow. 

“Silence was not quiet and calm, it was not peace.”

This story is about her papa, Hans Hubermann. A man like so many of us, strives to be selfish and yet proves to be the most selfless man Leisel has ever known. he teaches us to find happiness and peace amidst war. He teaches us how to comfort someone and lift them up from nightmares. And he teaches us how to survive in a nightmare and yet be hopeful. 

“He was either too lucky, or he deserved to live, or there was a good reason for him to live.”

This story is about a Jew, Max Vandenburg. One finds this man apologizing to his best abilities and yet one fails to elaborate the reasons behind the ‘sorry’. Sorry to be born as a Jew. Sorry to cause so much trouble to  another human being, when in reality we term it as humanity. A man who has just one wish, one ambition, one desire, one passion,  TO LIVE..

“It was her prayers that helped him survive the war. If they didn’t help, they certainly can’t have hurt.”

This is a story about a lady, a mother, and her silent, strong, wordless affection. And this a story of just about a few other people in a period from 1937 to 1945 in a small town of Molching, narrated by Death itself. 

“Say something enough times and you never forget it.”

What would it be when death sympathizes life? This book is a perfect extrapolation of what would it be if death had a life. A life full of emotions and thoughts and a desire to recite a tale. Imagine what would be death’s confessions and it’s fear. Is it even possible?

Read for yourself and find out.