It took me a while to read this book. A friend recommended it to me a couple years ago and I started it, read about 90 pages, and never finished. I think I lost interest the first time because it takes place in Germany in the thick of WWII - I've read enough Holocaust literature to know exactly the emotions this story would evoke in me, and I didn't want to deal with the heavy subject matter at that time in my life. A few months ago I picked it up and started from the beginning again. This time I was much more receptive to the sensitive subject matter. The book is centered around death - literally - it's narrated from death's perspective... and what an interesting perspective it turned out to be. I had expected him to be dark and evil, but instead he was simply overworked and worn out from the many souls for which he was responsible during that time. He had grown weary and his opinion of the human race was unfavorable at best... that is, until he found the book thief's hand written autobiography in the rubble of a small town while he was taking the souls of its sleeping residents. The book thief's story illustrates the resilience of the human soul and its immense capability to love. I fell not for the plot of the novel, but for the characters in the story. I felt a connection to the relationships - young love, a secret friendship, and the love between the book thief and her foster father.
I would definitely recommend it - it was one of those books that I had no trouble crying openly in public as I read the last few chapters. Heartwarming, sad, cathartic, and inspiring.