i finished reading the book thief last night. and all i can say is...sigh. this is the kind of book that makes me want to be better, write better, think of new ways to create stories and characters and words...my god the words. markus zuzak (i dig the double k's in his name) is a master, a genius, a true inventor. this story not only clutches you by the throat from the start, but his prose...jesus, mary, and joseph (if you've read it, you'll get that)! i'm not talking flowery prose. oh no...his punches you right between the eyes - a fist thrusting from the page, knuckling the bridge of your nose. the ending was beautifully haunting...so much that zuzak's characters visited me all night long...ghosts coming in and out of my dreams like small gusts of wind. it's the kind of book that leaves me mournful, sad i'll never read another quite as good again and with a pit in my gut for the characters that are no longer a part of my life. read it. read it now.
“Five hundred souls. I carried them in my fingers, like suitcases. Or I'd throw them over my shoulder. It was only the the children I carried in my arms. ”
“Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait.
a couple weeks ago i finished reading the chaos walking trilogy by patrick ness, three amazing books that pull you along a journey of self-discovery, moral struggle, friendship, love, and war all wrapped within a fantastically harsh and raw world. patrick ness is an astounding storyteller. somehow without giving much detail into the personal appearances of his characters he has you in their heads as if you've known them for years. the story premise is new and risky, keeping you engaged through to the end. in fact, i read all three books in succession as one long epic tale. he too has a gift for prose, his words gritty yet lovely. another must read.
“But a knife ain't just a thing, is it? It's a choice, it's something you do. A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don't. A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again. ”
“Ah, well, then you've never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, the water stretching out from you until it's beyond sight, moving and blue and alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the ocean hides what it contains.”