Instead of studying today, I read The Book Thief for about the twentieth time. Oh lordy, the feels! Every single time I pick up that book, I cry. And it is wonderful.
Also, does anyone else think Liesel and Max ended up together? I can’t let go of this thought!
Considering that Liesel is what, fourteen, and Max was two years old at the end of WWI, no. One thing I love about The Book Thief is that it isn’t a love story. There’s love in it, yes. But at its core it’s a story of the beauty and hideousness of the human race, a story of the value of words, a story about resilience and blurred lines between right and wrong. The fact that Max and Liesel have such a strong friendship strengthens that point, that they are there for each other without the weight of a romantic relationship.
NOT everything has to be about OTPs and romance and shit.