If I had space, I’d quote just about every single line from John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars. Alas, I do not have endless space, and that would be sort of like plagiarism or theft or something dastardly, so I have chosen a mighty selection from my current read, Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief, about a young girl named Liesel in 1939 Nazi Germany whose life is forever changed when her little brother dies. While in the cemetery, she finds The Gravedigger’s Handbook poking out of the snow–she takes it, and her first act of literary thievery is accomplished. Though Liesel cannot yet read, she will soon learn with the help of her “accordion-playing foster father,” and through his labors, Liesel’s lifelong love of words is born. Zusak’s writing is harmonious and lyrical, discordant when necessary, a handsome trait when the narrator is Death.
From today’s reading, in reference to Liesel’s struggle to learn to read more than The Gravedigger’s Handbook:
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.Hold them in her hands like the clouds, and wring them out like the rain.”
Indeed, I wish those words had come from my pen. Zusak is a master with lines such as this. If The Book Thief is not yet on your TBR list, get thee to the bookery.