“She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like rain.” -Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
In March 2014 I sent out this book, along with two others, to be read and written in by people all over Australia. This was the result. It is beautiful and wonderful and I will be forever grateful to everyone who participated. This is my favourite copy of The Book Thief now.
One small fact: you are going to die. Despite every effort, no one lives forever. Sorry to be such a spoiler. My advice is when the time comes, don’t panic. It doesn’t seem to help. I guess I should introduce myself properly. But then again, you’ll meet me soon enough. Not before your time, of course. I make it a policy to avoid the living. Well, except sometimes. Once in a very long time, I can’t help myself. I get interested. The book thief (2013)