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Just finished The Book Thief. I realised after all I COULD be touched by reading, even though I had for long time doubted it, as I regarded myself more of a "picture type" than a "word type". This time I just couldn't resist the feelings and suddenly got emotional, while I was going down the paragraph when Liesel reunited with Max who was marching down with other Jews from their concentration camp.
"Is it really you? Is it from your cheek that I took the seed?"
Every single word of it hit me right in the heart. All the words that seemed strange and remote and unrelevant are suddenly brought right in front of me. All the scenes that were too vague and smurky and fragmented are all puzzled up and come alive to me. I just couldn't bear to go on reading. Closed the book, and took a heavy breath.
From Taegukgi, to The Rape of Nanking, to The Book Thief, again and again, I sought for the meaning of warfare and quesioned myself on the built-up plant-in perceptions about it. Still, no answers.
It's really one of the greatest books I have ever read. It deserves to be the No.1 International Best Seller of the year. It's a cruel fairytale for adults, an intelletual stimulator for curious individuals, and above all, an extraordinary story for every sensible man and woman.
Rating: Strongly recommended.