Mr. Morris’ Rating: 8/10
Dare I say this novel was a bit predictable? Before you get on my case, let me add to that by stating I’ve probably never enjoyed a book I found so predictable as much as I enjoyed The Book Thief. It’s a solid read, well deserving of all the hype it’s garnered. Still, I found myself only slightly disappointed by a few minor points. For one, the narrator is none other than Death himself, which I found extremely annoying and gimmicky at the beginning. However the voice grew on me, and the further I read the more I realized it’s a better story with Death at the helm instead of a generic third-person narrative. I could have done without his smattering of short, bold notes every so often. You’ll know which parts I mean if you’ve read the book.
So why was this book predictable? **SPOILERS ahead!**
Well, you know there’s going to be a kiss between Liesel + Rudy at some point, it’s mentioned a number of times throughout, and by the time it does happen you’re not really surprised at all. This is World War II, so you also know that the bad stuff is coming at some point. And boy does it ever. The Jew hiding in the basement is a predictable scenario as well, though the relationship between Liesel & Max was still endearing.
Okay, I get that Liesel’s stealing of books was a parallel to Death’s taking of souls, but I never found the book-stealing aspect of the story all that engaging. I don’t know, maybe I’m an emotionless robot or maybe I just expect too much from a much-lauded novel.
Overall though, this is a strong book, perhaps a bit long-winded, and it crosses reader demographics – being perfect for lovers of literature of any age.