Personal Narrative: The Book Thief

The Book Thief, written by an Australian author, Markus Zusak, is a devastatingly powerful historical-fiction novel that bears several re-readings. Being one of the greatest, most divinely-written epilogues in my school library, The Book Thief, is a soul-shattering, thought-provoking story that undoubtedly can be recommended to the young and old alike. This poignant, prolonged, but achingly sad book, is the pinnacle of contemporary historical-fiction, poised to become a classic. Phenomenally breathtaking, and inspiring, bringing nothing but anticipatory dread, this lyrical, surreal book, though depressingly morbid at times, was my “gateway” to historical-fiction. The tribulations and trials provided in the novel, had inevitable passion, perspective

My parents have told me that when I was a toddler I would take books off the shelf and "read" them for hours. At the time I had no idea what the books were about, and would leaf through the pages looking for pictures and familiar words (such as "firetruck," suffice to say I didn't recognize very many).

“The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it,” said comedian Roseanne Barr. A leader can overpower people; she can take control of what one can or cannot do, but only oneself can control how she treats others. In The Book Thief, Hitler is overpowering the Jews; Liesel, who is living with a foster family, and her family shelters Max, a Jewish man, during the Holocaust. Marcus Zusak’s characters, Liesel, Rosa, and Hans, explain their struggle of staying true to their core beliefs during Hitler’s reign in Nazi, Germany, showing the importance of making the correct decisions even when faced with a difficult situation.

My family and I was walking down the road and it was dark and muddy. My sister and I was worried about this so called new world because we know nothing about it all we know about is our great country Canada. I was walking beside my brother and my sister was in between my mother and my father. My siblings and I argued a little more than most times at home. The walk took about 4 to 5 days and when we got there to the boat I looked up and

“I am haunted by humans.”- Markus Zusak, The Book Thief. Humanity has encountered multiple occurrences of tragedies, joy, oblivious to things occurring in our world. In Markus Zusak’s novel, The Book Thief, he discusses a tale of humanity in one of the darkest moments in our history; The Holocaust. The novel is centered around a young girl, Liesel Meminger, who witnesses all the horrific events that are occurring during the Holocaust. Liesel is a victim to her own illiteracy - to her inability to read and understand what is happening in the world. The themes that Liseal encounters work together in the novel to tell a tale of humanity. The power of words affecting people, the kindness and cruelty of humanity, and the mortality of

I think that the place where they died and how they died is very important because it repeats items that represent time. I found this important because the author likes to repeat time and at first I didn’t realize how significant this was to the story. This shows that symbolizes in your book might mean more than just a object or a name. It can means that the book is about a certain thing or it can show you the theme.

As the Book Thief comes to an end, a new book thief is revealed. It is death, or the narrator that has been following Liesel around for most of her life. The book she steals is called the Book Thief and it was by Liesel Meminger. Death finds this book being thrown in the back of a garbage truck, but she saves it. The book got there when it was forgotten on the road after Liesel saw her mama, papa, and Rudy lying there dead. The book was picked up by a man and thrown in the back of the truck. The whole book that was just read was death reading the book she had stolen and adding what she had seen during some of the parts. Liesel wrote the book as an autobiography and told of how she had stolen, her life, but when death tells the story it

The Book Thief book review The Book Thief by markus zusak shows death and its perspective in a small town in Nazi Germany. A girl named Liesel m gets moved into this town unexpectedly and leaves everything behind. Liesel learns how to deal with love, friendship, fear and death. How much can this young girl handle before reaching her breaking point? Deaths perspective on this girls world is a powerful effect that the author chose, it destroys and rebuilds a new life for her.

As I fly back home from Alaska, I think of all my all my adventures I’ve had so far. I feel amazing that I finally finish and will be returning to my dogs, my home, and most importantly, my sweet wife. I missed her so much over the past two weeks, I can't wait to see her again.

During World War II death, struggle, and control was seen everywhere throughout Germany. The novel, The Book Thief, follows the life of Liesel Meminger as she struggles to adapt to her new life and faces the daily challenges of fearing death and forced worshipping over her cruel leader. The author, Markus Zusak, accurately portrays historical and cultural elements of life in Germany during World War II, such as effort to survive and the major impact the government had on the lives of citizens through, The Book Thief. Life in Germany during World War II was a constant panic and fear, for starvation, death, and loss filled the atmosphere. These cultural elements of the time period can clearly be seen in the novel, The Book Thief.

I've never been a book worm nor have I've ever been truly into books, however I believe through books one could discover not only our world but a variety of new ones as well. Currently I am fresh into the "real" world and I believe working with Books-A-Million, Inc. would be the perfect first official job because whenever I enter any Books A Million I am greeted with the warm feeling of calmness. I am on a journey of self discovery and I truly believe working in an environment that makes me feel good will make me a better employee.

They say that cold is a subjective term to describe the feeling of the absence of heat, and that without light, there is only darkness. One can only exist with the existence of the other, and in spite of it. She could be compared to the times that this rule was ignored, when the cool day was filled with kinetic energy and the pitch-black room was spilling over with the brightest light anyone had ever seen. This is not to be confused to mean that she was full of light and warmth, but rather that she had a way of encompassing both the dark and the light, while having no ties to either side. In this way, she liked to imagine that she was different, and maybe even superior, compared to others because of her wide ranging understanding of every perspective.

On a sunny morning when I was 9 years old. I believe around 10:00 something bad had happen to me. Me and my cousins were riding our bikes outside. We was just going up and down the street. My cousins are older than me. They were doing all kinds of tricks and going really fast zooming right past me. Just up and down up and down the street all morning long; until the unthinkable happen.

As I turn the page of the book my eyes dart towards my clock and I realize I’ve spent hours reading. Soon I can feel my eyes yearning for sleep and I close my book. As I lie in bed I think of the countless ideas that were unraveled as I was reading. The thought of being in the main character’s shoes fascinates me. As all of these possible outcomes run through my mind, I am welcomed into a deep slumber.

It was a hot summer day In July. My Family and me were getting ready to go to Lost Lake. We were In a huge rush. I was running up stairs getting my clothes, my dad was throwing everything in the cooler to eat because Lost lake gets packed but, finally we got everything in the car. While we were driving it was so quiet in the car that you could hear a needle drop on the floor. I was checking my bag to see if I got everything,then I remembered i forgot my sunglasses I thought i was going to go blind if i did not have my sunglasses but, i did not really care anymore.