It’s Tuesday. Time to share a slice of life at Two Writing Teachers.
I finished The Book Thief by Marcus Zusack last night. It was a book club choice for April (and then we didn’t meet).
I had difficulty getting into the book. It surprised me that I did. As a child and teen, I read Anne Frank, Milan 18 by Leon Uris, and Treblinka by Jean-Francois Steiner. I was fascinated by World War II. The idea that death was the narrator just creeped me out.
I stuck with it and boy am I glad I did. What a compelling story. And the language was evocative. Some lines:
“The sky was the color of Jews.”
“There were stars. They burned my eyes.”
“Hair the color of lemons.”
These are only a few.
It’s the kind of book that I am reticent to share my reaction too much. For me, knowing that someone cried over a book often sets it up so that I don’t cry. I want the surprise and mystery of a book to unfold.
That said, there was a lot of unfolding in this book. It’s one I will need to reread one day.
And yes, I will see the movie now because I am always curious how a book gets transformed into a movie. It’s an art. The book will always trump the movie but I love seeing the vision that film people have when the create the visual adaptation of a book.