This morning I woke up early and finished The Book Thief. I sobbed (as silently as I could because Mr Jones was still asleep), through the last fifty pages. And now the tears keep prickling like they did after The Time Traveller's Wife and The Bronze Horseman. It was a marvellous book, you should read it, but be prepared, it sucks you in and then stabs you in the heart.
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