The book thief french edition

Storyline Edit. In , the young girl Liesel Meminger is traveling by train with her mother and her younger brother when he dies. Her mother buries the boy in a cemetery by the tracks and Liesel picks up a book, "The Gravediggers Handbook", which was left on the grave of her brother and brings it with her. Liesel is delivered to a foster family in a small town and later she learns that her mother left her because she is a communist.

Her stepmother, Rosa Hubermann, is a rude but caring woman and her stepfather, Hans Hubermann, is a simple kind-hearted man. Liesel befriends her next door neighbor, the boy Rudy Steiner, and they go together to the school.

When Hans discovers that Liesel cannot read, he teaches her using her book and Liesel becomes an obsessed reader. During a Nazi speech where the locals are forced to burn books in a bonfire, Liesel recovers one book for her and the Mayor's wife Ilsa Hermann witnesses her action.

Meanwhile Hans hides the Jewish Max Vandenburg, who is the son of a deceased friend that saved his life in the war, in the basement of his house and Liesel becomes his friend. One day, Rosa asks Liesel to deliver laundry to the Mayor and Ilsa invites Liesel to go to her library and tells that she can visit her to read whenever she wants. But in times of war there are many threats and the lives of Liesel, her family and friends will never be the same.

Courage beyond words. Rated PG for some violence and intense depiction of thematic material. Did you know Edit. Trivia One of the books that Liesel read to Max when he was sick is actually the book The Book Thief itself, containing the sentence: "what came to her then was the dustiness of the floor, the feeling that her clothes were more next to her than on her, and the sudden realisation that this would all be for nothing". Goofs While in the basement, Hans comments that the snowman will not melt because "it's freezing down here," yet no character's breath can be seen in the air, despite the fact that all are breathing heavily.

The visibility of breath in the cold is determined by not only the temperature, but also the relative humidity, so it is possible for it to be cold without the characters' breath showing. Quotes [from trailer] Max Vandenburg : If your eyes could speak, what would they say? Connections Featured in 71st Golden Globe Awards User reviews Review.

Top review. Riveting, Thought-Provoking, and Powerful. This is without a doubt one of the most riveting, thought-provoking, and utterly powerful movies for young people or any people, for that matter. Unlike most movies for young people, which usually encourage selfishness, lust, and who knows what else, this is a film that promotes such qualities as self-sacrifice, courage in the face of unspeakable difficulties, and using your life to make a difference for others.

The scope of the story is seen through the eyes of Liesel, making it quite an intimate tale that is less about war and more about the importance of remaining human in inhuman surroundings, and affecting those around you in a positive and profound way. The film is hauntingly beautiful, and moves at an effortless pace- not too fast, not too slow- allowing the viewers to become immersed in the realities of Liesel's situation. Lovely Sophie Nelisse is stunningly perfect in the role of Liesel, capturing both the bright-eyed innocence and the eventual world-weary quality needed for the role.

Liesel's good-natured friend Rudy is also expertly and realistically portrayed by young Nico Liersch. When Liesel's foster family hides a Jew in their basement, Liesel's world is both opened up, and closed down. In superbly crafted writing that burns with intensity, award-winning author Markus Zusak has given us one of the most enduring stories of our time.

Note: this title was not published as YA fiction Get A Copy. Hardcover , First American Edition , pages. Published March 14th by Alfred A. Knopf first published September 1st More Details Original Title. Molching , Germany Germany. Edwards Award Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about The Book Thief , please sign up. I would like to ask if anyone cried while reading the book?

I had to wait until the train was clear before I could compose myself and leave. James Joyce "The sun pinned me down, like a cop's flashlight. So bright I became blind to everything, but that circle of light. I surrendered, to it.

See all questions about The Book Thief…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 4. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of The Book Thief. Jun 03, Kat Kennedy rated it really liked it Recommends it for: People into self-flagellation.

Shelves: contemporary-fiction , i-learned-something-new , kat-s-book-reviews , australian-writer. Just to clarify: Yes, I did cry. I've read a lot of positive and negative reviews for this book. I can see why people wouldn't like it - I really can. Perhaps because I took a lot out of it personally, I found I enjoyed it a lot.

Quick test to see if you'll like this book: 1. Did you like Anne of Green Gables? Can you cope with an off-beat, melancholy, caustic, dead-pan, self-righteous narrator?

Do you like words? Questions were all about what kind of underwear you're wearing so don't worry Just to clarify: Yes, I did cry. Questions were all about what kind of underwear you're wearing so don't worry about them. So, let's all gather around for story time with Mistress Kat. Two incidents set me off lately. My neighbour came to me and complained about the Islanders for those not Australian: the Tongan, Fiji, Papa New Guinea and New Zealand populations of Australia causing trouble and otherwise defiling our great and beautiful nation.

Do they actually know? Does it involve chipmunks, honey and tequila? To my neighbour, I simply mumbled that I had to leave and got in my car. To my Facebook friend, I resisted the urge to make any comments. I debated about starting a fight that would, in all likelihood, spill over to our community. This story actually focuses on the bad guys. Zusak assumes that you know about the struggle and the plight of the Jews. Instead it focuses on the BAD guys.

You get to know and live the lives of a small and poor town in Germany. They harbour a Jewish man in their home and come to love him.

They quietly try to get by without causing waves and without risking much of themselves. So you can see how I would sympathize. How he could make such assumptions about people? When I was a child I asked my Great Aunt Nell why she insisted on engaging me in long and tedious hypothetical debates about morality, human nature, ethics and theology. Well, I agree. Hitler told the German people how to think. He told them who was Wrong. Why they were Wrong.

How to fix the Wrong. What was Right. Then he did the most powerful thing a person could do: he told them a story. When you tell a whole nation a story about the future — a gloriously bright future with Plenty and Joy; a future in which they are redeemed and have conquered their enemies; a future in which they are happy and Everything Is As It Should Be — and if you tell that story well enough, then you can conquer a country and wage a war without ever firing a single bullet.

Pretty appalled, I imagine — and rightfully so. It sought to instil in its readers a sense of proper shame. The Book Thief, however, singles you out as solely responsible. It strips you naked and looks down on you as it asks you to account of yourself. Not even the narrator can sympathize with you because he is the only one left blameless and innocent, looking upon us with a reserved kind of pity and bewilderment.

I loved this book for inspiring me to be even more outlandishly outspoken and persistently and doggedly forthcoming on my opinions of these issues. I loved this book because I loved the narrator.

I loved this book because I loved the story. For some reason, that thought makes me very happy. View all 50 comments. Aug 09, Sophia. Liesel: Hi, I'm Liesel. I have no personality, but I'm a cute little girl. Death: Her name is not Liesel. Liesel: Even though I stole, like, 3 books in total or something.

Death: Shut up, Book Thief. Rudy: Hello everyone. Have you ever seen a lemon? That's what my hair looks like. Death: Here is a little information you should know : this books is filled with many interesting facts. Very relevant and everything. We shall kick off with the definition from the dictionary of the word lemon. Reader: The fuck? Death: A lemon is a vegetable that is very yellow and acid.

That's what the Book Thief's friend's hair looks like. Reader: That's not a very good description. That's how I picture Rudy now.

Papa: Liesel. Death: Reader, are you crying yet? Reader: Can you just stop that? Death: What? Reader: That. Popping up out of nowhere? Death: Get used to it. And keep on reading before I killz you!

Reader: Are you serious? You could have used spoiler tags, man! Papa: Yes, Liesel. Death: Listen, reader. Saukerl means bitch, basically, but I suppose it's less brutal if they say it in German.

Reader: Errrr. What's the point then? Death: Who said it has to be useful? I bet you're one of those ridiculous people who thinks a book has to have a plot? Or that characters have to be multi-dimensional? And you probably think that two metaphors per sentence is too much? This book will show you exactly how wrong you are. Reader: Uh. Why did I pick up this book again? Death: Because everyone luurved it. And you will, too.

Liesel: Mama! Mama: Shut the fuck up, you slut bitch cunt fucking whore. Liesel: Okayyy. Rudy: What, Saukerl? Liesel: I don't know. I'm just bored. Reader: So am I. Rudy: Wanna go steal something? You have the tissues ready?

Reader: What? Reader: I know. That's why I'm not crying. Death: Shut up and keep on reading. Reader: But I'm already pages in and nothing's happened yet! Liesel: Okay. Reader: Oh, man, not you again! Reader: Stop yelling at me. Liesel: Oh, a book. That's nice. Death: SEE? Reader: Can you just stop glorifying book thievery? It's not that impressive. You make me expect something huge and it's not. So okay, she stole a book. It's not that amazing.

Stop acting like it is. Papa: Yes, Liesel? Liesel: Can you read this book for me? Papa: Yes. Liesel: Coming, Mommy. Death: Here are two informations that you should know.

First, the definition from the dictionary of the word Dinner. Dinner is the main meal of the day, eaten in the evening or at midday. Reader: This is a joke, right? What's the second information? Reader: Thanks. And practically nothing happens in the first place, so everything that COULD make me care for the book is now ruined.

Max: Hello, everyone. Love me? Liesel: Yes! Papa and Mama: Let's hide him! Rudy: Hey Saukerl, wanna play football? Liesel: No. Fuck off. Look at these pages-long drawings I made for you. Reader: Am I supposed to read that? Hey, Editor! Editor: Yeah? Reader: Why didn't you make the words of these stupid drawings bigger? I can't see shit. Editor: Not my problem.

Reader: Fine. I just won't read it, then. Editor: 'S fine. You think I actually read them? Ha, ha. Reader: You better tell me that the story is over, I can't take it anymore. Death: Fine. I will tell you how it ends. Now there, take this bucket. Fill it with tears. Go on, cry. Reader: But there are still pages left!

What for? Death: Dunno. I don't know how to end that fucking book. Author: Mmm.. I have a brilliant idea! Liesel: Except me! But I still don't have any personality whatsoever though.

So it's not like I matter or anything. Go on, ignore me. That's the grand final? Everyone just fucking dies? I loved you so. You were so beautiful! Reader: Hahaha! That doesn't happen, though. Reader: Whatever. The book's over.

I'm exhausted. Everyone is just so fucking relieved. View all comments. This is a book to treasure, a new classic. I absolutely loved it. Set in Germany in the years , The Book Thief tells the story of Liesel, narrated by Death who has in his possession the book she wrote about these years.

So, in a way, they are both book thieves. Liesel steals randomly at first, and later more methodically, but she's never greedy. Death pockets Liesel's notebook after she leaves it, forgotten in her grief, amongst the destruction that was once her street, her home, and car This is a book to treasure, a new classic. Death pockets Liesel's notebook after she leaves it, forgotten in her grief, amongst the destruction that was once her street, her home, and carries it with him.

Liesel is effectively an orphan. She never knew her father, her mother disappears after delivering her to her new foster parents, and her younger brother died on the train to Molching where the foster parents live. Death first encounters nine-year-old Liesel when her brother dies, and hangs around long enough to watch her steal her first book, The Gravedigger's Handbook , left lying in the snow by her brother's grave. Her foster parents, Hans and Rosa Herbermann, are poor Germans given a small allowance to take her in.

Hans, a tall, quiet man with silver eyes, is a painter of houses etc. He teaches Liesel how to read and write. Rosa is gruff and swears a lot but has a big heart, and does laundry for rich people in the town. Liesel becomes best friends with her neighbour Rudy, a boy with "hair the colour of lemons" who idolises the black Olympic champion sprinter Jesse Owens. One night a Jew turns up in their home. He's the son of a friend of Hans from the first world war, the man who taught him the accordian, whose widowed wife Hans promised to help if she ever needed it.

Hans is a German who does not hate Jews, though he knows the risk he and his family are taking, letting Max live in the basement. Max and Liesel become close friends, and he writes an absolutely beautiful story for her, called The Standover Man , which damn near broke my heart. It's the story of Max, growing up and coming to Liesel's home, and it's painted over white-painted pages of Mein Kampf , which you can see through the paint.

Whenever I read a book, I cannot help but read it in two ways: the story itself, and how it's written. They're not quite inseparable, but they definitely support each other. With The Book Thief , Markus Zusak has shown he's a writer of genius, an artist of words, a poet, a literary marvel. His writing is lyrical, haunting, poetic, profound.

Death is rendered vividly, a lonely, haunted being who is drawn to children, who has had a lot of time to contemplate human nature and wonder at it. Liesel is very real, a child living a child's life of soccer in the street, stolen pleasures, sudden passions and a full heart while around her bombs drop, maimed veterans hang themselves, bereaved parents move like ghosts, Gestapo take children away and the dirty skeletons of Jews are paraded through the town.

Many things save this book from being all-out depressing. It's never morbid, for a start. A lively humour dances through the pages, and the richness of the descriptions as well as the richness of the characters' hearts cannot fail to lift you up.

Also, it's great to read such a balanced story, where ordinary Germans - even those who are blond and blue-eyed - are as much at risk of losing their lives, of being persecuted, as the Jews themselves. I can't go any further without talking about the writing itself. From the very first title page, you know you're in for something very special indeed. The only way to really show you what I mean is to select a few quotes and I wish I was better at keeping track of lines I love.

Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day. That was the business of hiding a Jew. It opened and flapped, the pages rattling as it covered ground in the air. More abruptly than expected, it stopped and appeared to be sucked towards the water. It clapped when it hit the surface and began to float downstream.

So many colours. They keep triggering inside me. They harass my memory. I see them tall in their heaps, all mounted on top of each other. There is air like plastic, a horizon like setting glue. There are skies manufactured by people, punctured and leaking, and there are soft, coal-coloured clouds, beating, like black hearts.

And then. There is death. Making his way through all of it. On the surface: unflappable, unwavering. Below: unnerved, untied, and undone. Their bodies were welded together and only their feet changed position or pressure. Stillness was shackled to their faces. They watched each other and waited.

They watched. As he stood, Max looked first at the girl and then stared directly into the sky who was wide and blue and magnificent. There were heavy beams - planks of sun - falling randomly, wonderfully, onto the road. Clouds arched their backs to look behind as they started again to move on. A great day to die.

A great day to die, like this. Only a writer of Zusak's talent could make this story work, and coud get away with such a proliferation of adjectives and adverbs, to write in such a way as to revitalise the language and use words to paint emotion and a vivid visual landscape in a way you'd never before encountered.

This is a book about the power of words and language, and it is fitting that it is written in just such this way. The way this book was written also makes me think of a musical, or an elaborate, flamboyant stage-play.

It's in the title pages for each part, in Death's asides and manner of emphasing little details or even speech, in the way Death narrates, giving us the ending at the beginning, giving little melodrammatic pronouncements that make you shiver.

It's probably the first book I've read that makes me feel how I feel watching The Phantom of the Opera , if that helps explain it. And it made me cry. Georgia Makris Thank you so much for that thorough yet spoiler free review. Nicolette Remi Absolutely loved this book! Shelves: sucked , i-want-my-money-back , worst-garbage-i-ve-ever-read , rants.

This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. There's no outrage for you to add in the comments section that hasn't already been addressed. If you want to talk about the book, or why you liked it, or anything else, feel free.

I'm not going to fix it, so please don't drive my review further up in the rankings by co UPDATE: AUG 26, This review has been here 8 years, has 18 pages of comments and likes. I'm not going to fix it, so please don't drive my review further up in the rankings by commenting on the misspelling.

You're very dear, but I know his name is Anton and not Antonin. On that same note, you don't need to add comments telling me that I didn't like the book because I "don't know how to read" and "don't understand metaphors. Now quit bothering me before I go get my PhD and then really turn into a credential-touting ass. Please save us both time and energy by not commenting. This was the biggest piece of garbage I've ever read after The Kite Runner. Just as with The Kite Runner, I'm somewhat shocked that this book is a bestseller and has been given awards, chewed up and swallowed by the literary masses and regarded as greatness.

The whole thing can be summed up as the story of a girl who sometimes steals books coming of age during the Holocaust. Throw in the snarky narration by Death nifty trick except that it doesn't work , a few half-assed drawings of birdies and swastikas, senseless and often laughable prose that sounds like it was pulled from the "poetry" journal of a self-important 15 year-old, and a cast of characters that throughout are like watching cardboard cutouts walking around VERY SLOWLY, and that's the novel.

Here are some humble observations. First, chances are that you, Mr. Zusak, are not Antonin Chekhov. You are, therefore, incapable of properly describing the weather for use as a literary device, and you end up sounding like an asshole. Don't believe me? Dark, dark chocolate. Do you, now? Next you'll tell me that the rain was like a shower.

I'm moved. Great obese clouds. Stupid, obese clouds! They need an education and a healthy diet! Next, chances are that you, Mr. Zusak, are not William Styron or any one of the other small handful of authors that can get away with Holocaust fiction.

They've done their research, had some inkling of writing ability, and were able to tell fascinating stories. What's the point of writing historical fiction if you can't even stay within the basic confines of that hisotrical event? For me, this does nothing more than trivialize the mass murder of over 6 million people. Maybe that's why a 30 year-old Australian shouldn't write about the Holocaust.

But that's just me. Moving on. But what really makes this book expensive toilet paper is the bad writing which is to be found not just in bizarre descriptions of the weather, but really on every page. Some personal favorites? All of this is quite funny coming from a book where the main character supposedly learns the importance of words. Further, I love that the protagonist comes to the conclusion that Hitler "would be nothing without words.

What about self-loathing, misplaced blame and hatred, an ideology, xenophobia, charisma, an army, and a pride-injured nation willing to listen? Don't those count for something?? The shit-storm comes to an end when a bomb lands on our fictional town, wiping out everyone save for the sometimes book-thief main character. Of course. The first edition of the novel was published in , and was written by Markus Zusak.

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