Ovid (publius_ovidius) wrote,
Ovid
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The Book Thief

I read quite a bit, but I don't usually mention the books I read. When I started reading The Book Thief, I thought to myself "this is beautiful. I'll write a review of this book."

I can't. I don't remember the last time a book made me cry. I don't remember the last time I've read a book this achingly beautiful. It should be the last gasp, the final masterpiece, of an old writer, knowing he can do no more. Instead, the inside front cover has a handsome young man, incongruously smiling, staring back at me.

When I was younger, I used to fantasize about traveling back in time and writing the books I've read and receiving the acclaim and money for them. A small part of me would feel guilty for this intellectual theft, but I could never steal this book. Markus Zusak has written a masterpiece.
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