I am about one hundred pages in, and I am still not too sure how I feel about The Book Thief..the book, not the girl that death calls the book thief.
The narration feels different...the bold faced captions and announcements every few pages, the distance or detachment rather...death (the narrator) is making me "feel" different and right now I am not sure how I feel about that. I think the a lot of what has to do with the way i feel, and I guess this is a credit to the author, is his ability to make me feel uncomfortable. I feel dirty reading it. I feel gray and drab and just not "good." Maybe that is the point. My heartbreaks for Leisa. I just cannot even get past the fact that she lost her brother and her mother abandons her. I mean, I know her mother's choice was based on what she thought was best for Leisa, but still. Hans, or "papa" just smokes too many cigarettes and I think the constatnt reference to that also makes me feel dirty and stuffy and bogged down with heavy smoke filled air....
I'm liking Rudy and enjoy watching their friendship develop, I think they are good for eachother, but I don't feel that I know him well enough either. So far Leisa has only stole one book, but she is about to steal another. I am curious to see how this book thievery will play out. I'll be back soon with more!
Cassie, I am sorry to hear that you are not enjoying this book. I wanted to read that one(after the semester is done), but perhaps I will consider reading other things first. I think you are probably right that the author presented it the way that they did simply to give you that feeling. I find that to be clever story telling, wouldn't you say?
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