#BookReview | #ThrowbackThursday | THE BOOK THIEF by Markus Zusak @MarcusZusak | #TBT

Welcome to our #ThrowbackThursday part of the blog, where we share old reviews from the archives.

Todays review was first posted on The P.Turner’s Facebook Page, January 16th 2016!

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Source of original review is found here

Hope you enjoy!


It is 1939. Nazi Germany. The country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier, and will be busier still.

By her brother’s graveside, Liesel’s life is changed when she picks up a single object, partially hidden in the snow. It is The Gravedigger’s Handbook, left behind there by accident, and it is her first act of book thievery. So begins a love affair with books and words, as Liesel, with the help of her accordian-playing foster father, learns to read. Soon she is stealing books from Nazi book-burnings, the mayor’s wife’s library, wherever there are books to be found.

But these are dangerous times. When Liesel’s foster family hides a Jew in their basement, Liesel’s world is both opened up, and closed down.

In superbly crafted writing that burns with intensity, award-winning author Markus Zusak has given us one of the most enduring stories of our time. 


“The Fuhrer decided that he would rule the world with words. ‘I will never fire a gun,’ he said. ‘I will not have to. Still, he was not rash. Let’s allow him that much. He was not a stupid man at all. His first plan of attack was to plant the words in as many areas of his homeland as possible.”

Until the day I opened a parcel from our lovely S, I hadn’t heard of Marcus Zusak’s The Book Thief. No idea how it bypassed me, it is a very well known title!

From the moment I started to read this book, I knew that it was going to hurt me. With much trepidation I have travelled with Liesel, the book thief herself and her friend Rudy through the twists and turns of wartime Nazi Germany.

The style of writing is one that’s new to me and oh, so fitting for a tale such as this.

It has taken me an unusually long time to read this book; it has only been at the very end that I have realised how much I was avoiding the inevitably emotional shredding I was going to encounter at some point.

I have laughed and smiled, cringed and held my breath and, only when I dared to hope it wouldn’t, this story ripped into my already damaged, perpetually lacerated heart and made a permanent place there for itself.

I am just after finishing this book, Turners. I had to write this review now just so that I could pull myself back to the now. I am currently broken. The book hangover from this one is in danger of hindering my already delayed dive into my 2016 reading challenge.

Buy it, lend it, check it out from a library.

This is a pain you will thank yourself for, I promise you.

Thank you S, thank you for bringing this beautifully sad story into my life.


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