“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right." Oh, what can I say? That The Book Thief stole my breath away?That it crushed my heart into pieces?That it made me wonder so much about the world we live in?The Book Thief did more than that. You know, there are some books that you would always like to say that you've got no words to express it. But you always find the words. You just like to think that you don't. And I want to say that I have no words to express this beauty but I do. Deep down, I do have words to describe this wonderful book that made me wonder about the world we live in. The Book Thief is a stroke of brilliance by Death Death, here is our very lovely narrator. So, the aforementioned statement, according to me, means that we always consider Death as a bad thing, of course it is only natural. But the Book Thief changed some of my perspectives about Death (Not that I'd welcome him with open arms). Death is truly an amazing narrator and his stroke of brilliance, probably the only one on Earth is his narration. “Even death has a heart.” Oh, Death stole me away in his very first words. First the coloursThen the humansThat's usually how I see things.Or at least, how I try. The book itself has this warm glow about it that reminds me of biscuits and milk. If I were an aura reader and this book was a living being, then I could precisely describe it's glow and warmth. Unfortunately, I'm not. While reading this book, somewhere in the middle, I paused to think about freedom. What does freedom taste like?Freedom tastes like fresh air. That was my immediate thought. You know, I wish I could feel and taste freedom. I wish it for all of us. We're not exactly free, you know. We are bound in one way or the other. And I guess, sweet Liesel felt the same though she never mentioned anything about it but I'd like to think she did feel something about being free. Being free from war and loss. My Personal Musings I had to pause this book for four days since I left to an island thinking that I would not miss this book and left it at home. I did not miss it but it was always on my mind. It's hard to forget the fresh and intriguing characters once you get to know them. You know, this review is probably not going to help you much. This is my musings about the book or Lyrical Absurdity as I would like to call it but there's nothing lyrical about it :D A small note about Lyrical Absurdity It's something I've started recently. It's just a book filled with my musings about life and the books I read. I don't fill much in it as my thoughts are real quick and I appear to have short term memory :D Oh, and I started this after starting the Book Thief. And my first thought was about freedom which is mentioned above! I really do love books that evoke the strangest thoughts from me. One minute I'm serene and deep inside the philosophical parts of my mind and the next I'm back to my goofy self again. Strange, I know. All these things happened while reading this masterpiece. Another small personal incident: I went jet skiing in the island and they let me drive for some time. I pushed the accelerator to maximum and that was when I tasted freedom. I felt like freedom was within my reach. Now, don't ask me why I'm so into freedom. It's not like we're trapped, I know. Ask this book why it elicited these thoughts from me. After finishing my drive, I remembered the book thief and smiled. That's when I realized what a bloody brilliant book this is and what a bloody idiot I was to leave it behind. Sometimes, you need to feel and see things to understand the words you read. So, my first reaction when I came back home was to cradle this book and draw circles on the cover with my finger. Admire the cover and it's softness and procrastinate about what is going to happen. Then delve into its mysteries and in the end, force myself not to shed tears. Not to cry for reading the most fantabulous book everLet's conclude this ruminative review of mine with a small letter addressed to our beloved Book Thief. A small letter to the Book Thief Dear Book Thief,You have written the most amazing book which was narrated by Death, our dear - old - friend - in - the - end. Here's a small secret: I have tons of books at home and I'll leave the windows open for you. You're always welcome to my humble abode of books. P.S I'm leaving extra biscuits for Rudy :) Yours lovingly, Hershey.