So today, the world shifted slightly.
I have been chugging away at this book called The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak, over the last couple weeks. I finished it tonight.
It was very, very good.
So good, that for the last, oh, I don't know, 50 PAGES of the book, I was crying heavily onto my t-shirt. I was a wreck, really. I was so teary, snotty, and gaspy that I scared the crap out of my mother and sisters. My mom was so worried that she asked to see the book when I was finished. My older sister couldn't believe that I was actually crying over a book.
I'm completely serious--and I don't regret blubbering over it. I feel as if it was a life-altering story. It took me ten minutes or so to compose myself.
I rise in support of this book. I recommend it for you. I just don't recommend it for young children. They might not understand.
See, I know that now I should probably prove that I read the book by providing a small summary in my own words or something of the sort, but I CAN'T even put to words what it is about. There are a handful of facets to the story, and I wouldn't do it justice by blurbing it here. Just read it. Really. Do it. Why would I push a book so hard if I hadn't read it myself?
Oh, Mr. Zusak. If I could ever write as magnificently as you...
See, the real me is coming out here...in reality, I pray to my favorite authors, in hopes that maybe one day, I will be as successfull and talented as they are...
Wow, I am really losing my mind. I've got issues.
Hehe. It was so so so so so very truly amazingly astonishingly completely...
BRILLIANT.
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I have been chugging away at this book called The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak, over the last couple weeks. I finished it tonight.
It was very, very good.
So good, that for the last, oh, I don't know, 50 PAGES of the book, I was crying heavily onto my t-shirt. I was a wreck, really. I was so teary, snotty, and gaspy that I scared the crap out of my mother and sisters. My mom was so worried that she asked to see the book when I was finished. My older sister couldn't believe that I was actually crying over a book.
I'm completely serious--and I don't regret blubbering over it. I feel as if it was a life-altering story. It took me ten minutes or so to compose myself.
I rise in support of this book. I recommend it for you. I just don't recommend it for young children. They might not understand.
See, I know that now I should probably prove that I read the book by providing a small summary in my own words or something of the sort, but I CAN'T even put to words what it is about. There are a handful of facets to the story, and I wouldn't do it justice by blurbing it here. Just read it. Really. Do it. Why would I push a book so hard if I hadn't read it myself?
Oh, Mr. Zusak. If I could ever write as magnificently as you...
See, the real me is coming out here...in reality, I pray to my favorite authors, in hopes that maybe one day, I will be as successfull and talented as they are...
Wow, I am really losing my mind. I've got issues.
Hehe. It was so so so so so very truly amazingly astonishingly completely...
BRILLIANT.
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