Bridget Pedersen Des Moines, IA 50313
Dear Markus Zusak:
reading your book, "The Book Thief', I felt as though I
was a part of the story. I felt as though I was on Himmel Street, in the
alleys. I felt like I was the soccer ball that was being kicked around in the
dirt oh-so-routinely. Back and forth, back and forth. I was fighting an
internal battle with myself.
Should I put it down? Should
I read till the end? 1 wanted to put it down because 1 picked up your clues
about the ending, and how it wasn't going to be an especially happy one. After
1 realized this, 1 wanted to be done with the book. And
then suddenly the next second, something astonishing would happen, and 1 would
be glued to that book for the next hour.
taken aback at Death's immense personality. Who knew Death could be so ...
human? I thought it was unusually insightful that Death preferred to see things
through colors. I've never heard of the world described
as though it were on an easel.
Now, after reading, I view
the world as an easel with my mind as a paintbrush. I think that the sky would
look awesome painted royal purple, and the clouds would look great if they were
painted scarlet. I view spinach as a puce color, and I
view July as a dark blue. I think thunderstorms are steel
gray, and summer is a dusty green. The possibilities are so endless to me.
when Liesel first learned to read, during those long nights of gruesome
nightmares, I was learning to read, too, in a sense. I was learning to see
things from multiple perspectives, with Death as my guide. If there's one thing
I learned from my time with the Book Thief, it's that, hey, maybe things would
change themselves if I changed my perspective.
also awakened by the fact that death, while not a joyous occasion, is a part of the natural cycle of life. I realized some people
have to deal with it more than others. This book was especially enlightening to
me because, coincidentally, I started reading your book almost immediately
after my uncle was killed in a car crash. As I learned to see things from
Death's perspective, it helped me cope. I wasn't exactly "thick as
thieves" with my uncle, but I came to terms with the fact that I would
never hear his voice or see him ever again.
was reading, 1 kept wondering, "How can so many awful things happen to
Liesel in only a few years?" First it was her brother, then her mother,
and finally, everyone she was close with, aside from
Max. And to think that the climax of the
ending happened in just a blink of an eye! It was almost too overwhelming for
me. There's no one word to describe the ending. It's just not what you find at
the end of a book. It's nowhere near happy, but it's not all
too depressing either. If I had to give it a color, it would be
pale crimson, maybe mixed with a shade of dark lavender. And as for my ending,
I'm off to paint the
town ... a nice emerald color.