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Review of The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak

10/11/2011

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This book came highly recommended to me and I resisted reading it for some time. After all who wants to read a book about Death – as in the ‘being’ Death, if such a thing exists, who narrates the story while collecting up bodies and assisting them to Heaven. On top of all that it is listed in the Young Adult category; a genre I seldom read.

Forget all that.
The  Book Thief is purely and simply one of the most original, intelligent and  authentic books I have ever read. It is a book one wants to remember. Not just  the story, but the extraordinarily imagined characters and the beautiful  writing.

The hero, Liesel, does not know how to read when the story begins. Over the course of the book we watch with humour and poignancy, her discovery of words. It is the words and the writing of them that are so remarkable in this tale. There are only twenty six letters in the English language, twenty six characters  with which to make words, and Zusak fashions from those characters words that  sing. Sometimes he makes up words like a mature Dr. Suess. The author was not  afraid of going outside the conventions of novel writing, yet the story is so  lyrically written he pulls off an extraordinary feat, deftly managing to take a  dark subject and making it an enchanting read.

The Book Thief should be on the shelf of every young adult and those who are eighty.  Baby Boomers, a product of some of the events of the story, might particularly appreciate the book. Zusak does not dumb down words nor does he  use pretentious ones. He simply writes with the words that best fit – whether big, small, made up or profane.Though there was pathos galore, it was also laugh-out-loud funny at times. The story line was profound on more than one level. The narrator, as mentioned, was Death, albeit sometimes reluctantly so. Liesel was a nine year old uprooted from her Communist parents in Nazi Germany. There are tender moments and moments that are beastly. In the end it is a book  about the human spirit.

 Sometimes a book entertains, sometimes it edifies. The best books combine the two and this book presents a story which should be told to every generation, in a way that is most edifying without being preachy and entertaining without being frivolous.

Moving, profound, innovative, creative, refreshing, astounding. Brilliant!

And the thievery? Well, you’ll just have to find out for yourself.

Steal this book as fast as you can...

5 stars

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THINGS I WISH I HAD SAID....

02/11/2011

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I love McDonald’s. Yep me, the one who is generally known to eat healthy. I only eat there 3 or 4 times a year, and usually it’s because I am on my way somewhere. I get pickup and eat in the car or on a park bench. But the other day I wanted to try the new egg biscuit breakfast, I was feeling lazy and I felt a need to get out. So I picked up my bacon biscuit, a hash brown (grin) and a tea and sat at a table near the regulars. You know, the ones who sit around all day and fix the world over coffee.

I wasn’t really listening but my ears perked up when one spoke loudly and clearly. “The trouble is,” he said, “ Canadians are too chicken to pick up rifles and start shooting.”

I turned my head and looked straight into the eyes of the perp and told him in no uncertain terms in that clear voice I find only very occasionally, that No, Canadians do not ever need to pick up a rifle, that’s why it is illegal to do so. He had the good grace to look shocked, then sheepish. The table became quiet. The room became quiet.

The encounter occupied my mind while I finished my meal and all the way home.

Ever since the Brits and French Colonials fought amongst themselves for the better part of a century for possession of a land neither had any right to claim as their own, there have been no wars fought on our soil in modern history. Canada knows little of war, but this is not to say we have not been there. For generations we have been the peacekeepers. We are willing to send our young to die for other causes, which themselves began with the firing of a rifle or two. We lost a heartbreaking number of promising young men fighting for the allies in The War to End all Wars, and were one of the first to join the fray after Britain declared war on Germany in 1939 and precipitated WWII. Many countries still have annual tributes to the Canadian soldiers who died for their freedom. Canada has always been the go-to country and was part of the impetus for setting up the UN Peacekeeping forces. Our Prime Minister Lester Pearson won the Nobel Peace prize in 1957 for his part in forming that pact, NATO and other efforts.  

Today we are in Afghanistan and seem to be providing more than just peacekeeping services. We have lost far too many young folk. And we sit around tables and shout out that the answer is to pick up rifles and shoot.  

Are we so immune to seeing violence every night on television after decades of journalism 101, which teaches that violence always sells? Is it that we don’t know how to tell a story without bombings and people being blown up willy nilly? Or am I in danger of becoming that little old lady who walks around hitting folks she doesn’t like with her umbrella? (I never think of myself as old but I am little and have outdoorsy wrinkles so I suppose to some I look old - the lady part is debatable)

The thing is, the thing that started this whole rant, was that one of the things I thought about and kicked myself for after the outburst was what I wish I had said. I wish I had said that the reason there is ever a need to pick up a rifle and shoot is because some idiot thought the answer was to pick up a rifle and shoot!

Oh, and vis a vis the healthy eating. Sugar is one of the main food groups, si?  

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A Second Thanksgiving...

11/25/2010

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When I wrote about our Canadian Thanksgiving earlier, I was focussed on taking the time to reflect upon all we have for which to be grateful. And of course that is a valuable thing to do ~ every day.

Today is Thanksgiving for our neighbours to the south and as I ruminated upon it, my mind came at it from a broader perspective. I am one who embraced new technology early on. Just yesterday my kids gave me a new Kindle. It was supposed to be a Christmas present –indeed it still is - but fate intervened and it came to me early. I am beyond excited about the possibilities of this gadget. I was fortunate enough to get a smart phone this summer and intend to buy an ipad when the next generation comes out. With just one click of a button or tap of a finger I can access unlimited wonders. Yesterday I received by email a YouTube video which was so uplifting I posted it to Facebook. The whole thing took only minutes.

Today I am grateful that we have developed the technology which enables us to think and to be as One World. Today we communicate not only in words, voice and static pictures, but also in video, and this communication reaches everywhere humans exist. Though of course there are still areas where the technology is not readily available, still it is amazing just how far the reach is. When I visited Thailand several years ago everyone it seemed, even those living on the streets, carried mobile phones. Soon enough most will have tablets with built-in worldwide WiFi coverage. Soon enough we will see outside our limited vision and begin to think as one world community which needs to be nurtured by all.

That I believe is the promise of technology. It may seem funny coming from a writer but I believe these new forms of instant communication will bring Humans together in a way that has never been before. Could it be then that peace will finally come to the World. Imagine the expansion we could accomplish when that happens.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

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    Sharon was born an Intuitive. We all are, most of us just don't realize it. Sharon did the human thing and started out a serial entrepreneur. Serial because she was always searching. Until one day not long after 9-11 she was forced to close a business - the only 'failure' she'd ever had. She was devastated. She lost her way. Of course she did not know it at the time but the truth was she had really found her way... to her truth, to her calling. She had always had a thirst for knowledge and a knowing at an early age that religion as we knew it did not ring true for her. How could God be loving and forgiving if He issued all those 'punishments' He was purported to have committed. Sharon began to doubt God even existed at all, so she embarked upon a search for the truth. And the truth for her is certainly God does exist, only not as a Man but as Source, the Universe, Spirit, whatever one wants to call it. The other thing Sharon had always known was that she was a writer. After she closed her store, she began to study in earnest and put pen to paper. She wrote several 'practice' books. And then one day, as she was lying in bed in an alpha or theta state, she's never certain which, she was informed that she must write 'that' book. The one she'd always had inside her. She resisted, but you know the old saw, the more she resisted the more it persisted. It seemed a massive undertaking and she doubted she could do it. She wasn't ready, she had other projects on the go, she couldn't afford the time. But she was compelled to write the book, pure and simple. She found herself making notes on her mini recorder at all odd hours of the day and night. Books, interviews, people found their way to her. Mediums would suddenly pop up out of nowhere and give her a 'reading' as if it were the most natural thing in the world.  
    As was meant, Sharon found her way again while writing this book, and it is her fondest hope that in some small way, it may help the reader find theirs too.  


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