I was writing a long, deep review, but fuck it. Markus Zusak is just better at it than me. Brought to you by Death itself, a sassy little shit that made me cry in front of people, this is what I thought about The Book Thief.
"I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race-that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant."