The Book Nook is my little place to talk about (not to be insanely obvious here…) books. Because I like to read a book every year or so. I promise I won’t give anything away (but, things happen). And, there is a 76% chance that you’ll find this review a complete waste of time because you read the book 10 years ago. Moving on.
THE BOOK: The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak
My thoughts (which most likely carry little to no influence):
This book was recommended to me a lifetime ago right here on this piddly blog and I finally buckled down and read it over the holidays. When I say buckled down, what I mean is, I was down right glued to its delicious pages, with only one care in the entirety of the world: I needed to find out what happens to the alarmingly michevious book thief. I’m not going to tell you what it’s about because I want you to go in blind, like me. It’s for the best. I stayed up until midnight reading it (you have no idea the magnitude of this gesture), with the Christmas tree all aglow and a blanket tucked around my legs. Although I read furiously, as my heart did gymnastics and my hands sweated, I could not for the life of me, warm my feet. Because, honestly, you can’t read The Book Thief and feel warm all over.
Would I recommend it to a stranger on the bus (trying to make his way home)? My god, YES already!!! That’s three exclamations! Now four! I need to just. stop.
What I am reading now: Nothing right this hot second, but have I high hopes that my friend will lend me The Help. If not, I will resort to reading the Twilight series secretly in my closet because it’s almost 2012 and I’ve got some serious catching up to do.