The Book Thief (anniversary Edition) by Markus ZusakThe Book Thief (anniversary Edition) by Markus Zusak

The Book Thief (anniversary Edition)

byMarkus Zusak

Hardcover | March 8, 2016

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This 10th-anniversary edition of the extraordinary #1 New York Times bestseller features pages of bonus content, including marked-up manuscript pages, original sketches, and pages from the author's writing notebook.
When Death has a story to tell, you listen.

It is 1939. Nazi Germany. The country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier, and will become busier still.

Liesel Meminger is a foster girl living outside of Munich, who scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement. 

In superbly crafted writing that burns with intensity, award-winning author Markus Zusak, author of I Am the Messenger, has given us one of the most enduring stories of our time.
“The kind of book that can be life-changing.” —The New York Times
“Deserves a place on the same shelf with The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank.” —USA Today
Markus Zusak is the author of I Am the Messenger, a Printz Honor Book and LA Times Book Award finalist, and the international bestseller, The Book Thief. He lives in Sydney, Australia, with his wife and children.
Title:The Book Thief (anniversary Edition)Format:HardcoverDimensions:592 pages, 9.25 × 6.31 × 1.75 inPublished:March 8, 2016Publisher:Random House Children's BooksLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1101934182

ISBN - 13:9781101934180


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Awesome read I am a big fan of this book, and I love the anniversary cover
Date published: 2018-02-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Phenomenal Read I had heard so many positive reviews of this book before I picked it up to read, and so when I did, my expectations were extraordinarily high. They were not disappointed. The Book Thief is a hidden gem, and a classic in the making. With the timeless storyline and original way of communicating, this is easily one of the best books I have ever read. Everyone must read it. End of Story. :)
Date published: 2018-01-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from different from other holocaust books i thoroughly enjoyed the unique plot of this book
Date published: 2017-12-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Gripping Plot I absolutely adore this book; it's definitely my favorite one. It's well-written, and I love the way Zusak used Death to narrate the story.
Date published: 2017-11-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely Amazing The book thief is completely riveting. The narration and plot are captivating, and the characters pull on heart strings. A book that you truly will not regret and will have a place on your favourites shelf.
Date published: 2017-08-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Just perfect! This book is utterly perfect! It is filled with so many wonderful things that when it comes together, it almost feels like magic! (The unforgettable characters, the astonishing story, and the unique point of view, to name a few) The fact that "Death" was the narrator made it even more of an interesting read for me. I feel that if Liesel was the narrator, it wouldn't have been as intriguing of a story. "Death" really gave the readers an insight on how it would act if it were a real person. Before going into this book, I didn't really know anything about WWII. But after reading it, I felt that I was filled with so much more knowledge about the topic. Because of that, I feel that if anybody wanted to be more educated on the topic, they should read this to see how the people lived during that time. I don't think anybody can go into this book without crying. You'll create an emotional connection with the characters, you'll feel that they're real. I remember reading the last few chapters and sobbing uncontrollably at 12 am. For that, I recommend that you have a box of tissues beside you, especially towards the end! This special edition made my reading experience the whole lot better! After the story is finished, you can delve into all the bonus content that this edition comes with! You get a bonus interview with the author, his process of writing the book, and photos of his stages in writing the book. Not to mention the gorgeous new cover!
Date published: 2017-08-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from One of my all time favourite I don't think I've ever felt so much while reading a book. It took me awhile to really get into the story and even put it down a couple of times. But it's one of those books that sneaks up on you, grabs hold of you so slowly and subtly you don't even notice until halfway through and by then the characters feel like family and and you find yourself sobbing and curled up in a ball. It's a book that feels like it was written for you and maybe that's slightly egotistical, but I also think that's one of the most amazing things a book can do for someone.
Date published: 2017-07-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Good writing Book is excellent, movie is excellent, read or watch this because it's a story everyone should see #plumreview
Date published: 2017-04-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Anazing Never have a read something so beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time. I couldn't put it down. This anniversary edition is especially nice.
Date published: 2017-02-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Yay! Finally got my own copy. I love hardcover ❤ I read this novel for my english ISU. It was a very interesting book. And the first historical fic I've read. I enjoyed this book so much. So I thought I'd buy a copy after I return the book I borrowed at our school library. Looking forward to reading this again :)
Date published: 2017-01-26

Read from the Book

DEATH AND CHOCOLATEFirst the colors.Then the humans.That's usually how I see things.Or at least, how I try.***HERE IS A SMALL FACT  ***You are going to die.I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.***Reaction to the  ***AFOREMENTIONED factDoes this worry you?I urge you--don't be afraid.I'm nothing if not fair.--Of course, an introduction.A beginning.Where are my manners?I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.At that moment, you will be lying there (I rarely find people standing up). You will be caked in your own body. There might be a discovery; a scream will dribble down the air. The only sound I'll hear after that will be my own breathing, and the sound of the smell, of my footsteps.The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky. Dark, dark chocolate. People say it suits me. I do, however, try to enjoy every color I see--the whole spectrum. A billion or so flavors, none of them quite the same, and a sky to slowly suck on. It takes the edge off the stress. It helps me relax.***A SMALL THEORY  ***People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.As I've been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane. It helps me cope, considering the length of time I've been performing this job. The trouble is, who could ever replace me? Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody, which has prompted me to make a conscious, deliberate decision--to make distraction my vacation. Needless to say, I vacation in increments. In colors.Still, it's possible that you might be asking, why does he even need a vacation? What does he need distraction from?Which brings me to my next point.It's the leftover humans.The survivors.They're the ones I can't stand to look at, although on many occasions I still fail. I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them, but now and then, I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise. They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.Which in turn brings me to the subject I am telling you about tonight, or today, or whatever the hour and color. It's the story of one of those perpetual survivors--an expert at being left behind.It's just a small story really, about, among other things:* A girl* Some words* An accordionist* Some fanatical Germans* A Jewish fist fighter* And quite a lot of thieveryI saw the book thief three times.BESIDE THE RAILWAY LINEFirst up is something white. Of the blinding kind.Some of you are most likely thinking that white is not really a color and all of that tired sort of nonsense. Well, I'm here to tell you that it is. White is without question a color, and personally, I don't think you want to argue with me.***A REASSURING ANNOUNCEMENT  ***Please, be calm, despite that previous threat.I am all bluster--I am not violent. I am not malicious.I am a result.Yes, it was white.It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their shins. Trees wore blankets of ice.As you might expect, someone had died.They couldn't just leave him on the ground. For now, it wasn't such a problem, but very soon, the track ahead would be cleared and the train would need to move on.There were two guards.There was one mother and her daughter.One corpse.The mother, the girl, and the corpse remained stubborn and silent."Well, what else do you want me to do?"The guards were tall and short. The tall one always spoke first, though he was not in charge. He looked at the smaller, rounder one. The one with the juicy red face."Well," was the response, "we can't just leave them like this, can we?"The tall one was losing patience. "Why not?"And the smaller one damn near exploded. He looked up at the tall one's chin and cried, "Spinnst du! Are you stupid?!" The abhorrence on his cheeks was growing thicker by the moment. His skin widened. "Come on," he said, traipsing over the snow. "We'll carry all three of them back on if we have to. We'll notify the next stop."As for me, I had already made the most elementary of mistakes. I can't explain to you the severity of my self-disappointment. Originally, I'd done everything right:I studied the blinding, white-snow sky who stood at the window of the moving train. I practically inhaled it, but still, I wavered. I buckled--I became interested. In the girl. Curiosity got the better of me, and I resigned myself to stay as long as my schedule allowed, and I watched.Twenty-three minutes later, when the train was stopped, I climbed out with them.A small soul was in my arms.I stood a little to the right.The dynamic train guard duo made their way back to the mother, the girl, and the small male corpse. I clearly remember that my breath was loud that day. I'm surprised the guards didn't notice me as they walked by. The world was sagging now, under the weight of all that snow.Perhaps ten meters to my left, the pale, empty-stomached girl was standing, frost-stricken.Her mouth jittered.Her cold arms were folded.Tears were frozen to the book thief's face.

Editorial Reviews

“Brilliant and hugely ambitious…Some will argue that a book so difficult and sad may not be appropriate for teenage readers…Adults will probably like it (this one did), but it’s a great young-adult novel…It’s the kind of book that can be life-changing, because without ever denying the essential amorality and randomness of the natural order, The Book Thief offers us a believable hard-won hope…The hope we see in Liesel is unassailable, the kind you can hang on to in the midst of poverty and war and violence. Young readers need such alternatives to ideological rigidity, and such explorations of how stories matter. And so, come to think of it, do adults.” -New York Times"The Book Thief is unsettling and unsentimental, yet ultimately poetic. Its grimness and tragedy run through the reader's mind like a black-and-white movie, bereft of the colors of life. Zusak may not have lived under Nazi domination, but The Book Thief deserves a place on the same shelf with The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank and Elie Wiesel's Night. It seems poised to become a classic." -USA Today"Zusak doesn’t sugarcoat anything, but he makes his ostensibly gloomy subject bearable the same way Kurt Vonnegut did in Slaughterhouse-Five: with grim, darkly consoling humor.” -Time Magazine"Elegant, philosophical and moving...Beautiful and important." -Kirkus Reviews, Starred"This hefty volume is an achievement...a challenging book in both length and subject..." -Publisher's Weekly, Starred "One of the most highly anticipated young-adult books in years." -The Wall Street Journal"Exquisitely written and memorably populated, Zusak's poignant tribute to words, survival, and their curiously inevitable entwinement is a tour de force to be not just read but inhabited." -The Horn Book Magazine, Starred"An extraordinary narrative." -SLJ, Starred