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I’m reading the Markus Zusak novel, “The Book Thief.” For awhile now, I was convinced that “The Man Who Loved Books Too Much” and “The Book Thief” were the same exact book.
They’re not.
One is non-fiction, about a guy who swipes books. The other is fiction (written for a Young Adult audience, but good for any age, grades 6th through adult), about a young girl in Nazi Germany who swipes books.
I liked “The Man Who Loved Books Too Much,” it was a good ride. But it’s a completely different animal.
“The Book Thief” is one of those novels… I can never figure out if I disappear into them, or they disappear into me. At any rate, it’s a beautiful, astounding, horrifying and amazing book. Go find a copy, if you, like me, thought it was something else entirely. I’ve also started reading some of Zusak’s other books — also good.
