So im pretty sure that even an infinite combination of words will spectacularly fail in describing what this story means to me, because it has been nearly 12 hours since i finished reading this and i still am at a loss at how to convey the heartbreaking beauty of this book.īut i do think its worth mentioning that zusak goes back to his roots with this story. it is something that demands to be felt, imprinting itself right across my heart. The manner in which this story has impacted me - by inhaling in the broken letters scattered among the pages, causing them to slowly seep into my veins, prompting my heart to start quietly beating for a boy who built a bridge - is not something that can be written in a review.
When i die and they open me up, they will see this story engraved on my heart. This book is still so tragically underrated.
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