Over the weekend I finished The Book Thief. (and yes, it's now Wednesday, and I'm only now getting to posting it. Sigh.)
This time, I forced myself to persevere. It's definitely an...odd story, especially in how it's written.
The setting is small town Germany, World War II, and all in all, it's depressing. In some ways, it leaves you feeling sympathetic for the Germans who weren't fanatical Nazis, but it's still depressing. A few tears were shed towards the end, and there wasn't a resolution to leave you feeling content. Just...empty.
Gee, I bet everyone wants to read this now, huh?