The Book Thief- Characters

Death
” 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”- Metaphor of the sky
” A small soul was in my arms”
“I clearly remember that my breath was loud that day” – Surreal
“A packet of souls”- Surreal

I wanted to stop, to crouch down. I wanted to say ‘Im sorry child’. But that is not allowed” – Death feels emotion towards a human, How is this possible or allowed
“The cemetery welcomed me like a friend”
“Like most misery, it started with happiness”
“And it would show me, once again, that one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death”

I guess humans like to watch a little destruction.”
“I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They’re running at me ” – soldiers running towards death
“In the darkness of my dark beating heart” – Personification
You see? Even death has a heart” – Personification
“Three examples, if nothing else, will give you the ashen taste in your mouth that defined my existence during that year.”
“So many humans, so many colours”
“There are soft, coal coloured clouds, beating like black hearts”
“For me, the sky was the colour of Jews”
“Please believe me when I tell you I picked up each soul that day as if it were a newly born, I even kissed a few weary poisoned cheeks”- Personification . Death convincing us he is good
Sometimes, I imagined how everything appeared above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye” – Aryan race
” I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race- that rarely do I ever simply estimate it”
All I was able to do was turn to Liesel Memimger and tell her the only truth I truly know… I am haunted by humans” – The Book Thief addresses the corruption of the human race by addressing a traumatic time that happened in the world, the Nazi Holocaust.

“He does something to me, that boy. Every time. Its his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry” – about Rudys death


Liesel Meminger- The book thief
Death saw the book thief 3 times
1. WHITE – When her brother died
2. BLACK – Years later at a plane crash
3. RED- After Himmel St is bombed

“A girl made of darkness”
” When I recollect her, I see a long list of colors, but its the three in which I saw in her flesh that resonate the most”
“The book thief had struck for the first time the beginning of an illustrious career”
Words : “She was the book thief without the words”
“It’s hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors but speaks them” –
Liesel about Papa
And another ten minutes, The gates of thievery would open just a crack, and Liesel Meminger would widen them a little further and squeeze through”
“Would the gates shut behind her or would they have the good will to let her back out?”
“A book was eating her up” – guilt of stealing from the fire?
“Whatever reason, they were huddled amongst the ashes, shaken. Survivors” – same as death sees human survivors but Liesel sees book survivors.
“The book was starting to burn her, It seemed to be igniting”
“How fitting it was that she was discovering the power of words”
“A girl treading water”
” The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words”
Magical: “Immediately. Her brother was next to her. He whispered for her to stop, but he was too dead, and not worth listening to.” …” She shoved th boy down the steps, making him fall….Her brother holding his knee disappeared.
Words: “She was holding desperately on to the words who had saved her life” – Liesel was in the basement writing when the bombs hit. Words, her words, saved her.
Words: “The words. Why did they have to exist. Without them, there wouldnt be any of this, the Fuhrer was nothing.
What good were the words?
Words:” I was just so angry and afraid and I wanted to kill the words”
Words: ” She gave her a reason to write her own words, to remind her that words had also brought her to life”


Hans Hubermann-Papa
“He had already cheated me in one world war, but would later be put into another where he would somehow manage to avoid me again” -DEATH
“Liesel upon seeing those eyes, understood that Hans Hubermann was worth a lot”
” Hans Hubermann belonged to that 10%
” – That didnt suppport Hitler
Words: “Each word fell away at its edged. It broke off and formed the next” – Leisel stole The Shoulder Shrug and it is of some importance ( “Something happened”
“The man was seeing something. He was watching it quickly. end to end, like a race, but it was too high and too far away for Liesel to see” Surreal??
“His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do- the best ones”

Rudy Steiner– Friend
“Insane or not, Rudy was destined to be Liesel’s best friend”

Ilsa Hermann– Mayors wife
First introduced: ” standing fluffy haired and shivery in her enormous cold aired doorway. Always silent. Always alone. No words. Not once”
“The shadows hands were in is coat pockets. It had fluffy hair” – Isla saw Liesel steal the book of fire.
“If it had a face, the expression on it would have been on of injury”
“A broken woman”
“Something like the imagined breath of a corpse” – surreal
“She looked so vulnerable in the monstrous doorway”
“She stood with a delighted crookedness. A smile appeared to have paralyzed her lips”
“The mayors wife bruised herself again”- what does this mean??
She usually paid more attention to what was next to her, at something missing” – her son
“He is nothing new in this world, He was my…”
“Isla Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph”
Words: ” Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel’s words”

Max- the struggler, a Jewish fist-fighter
“Hans Hubermann. Again, he spoke to him, to the distant stranger. He pleaded. Please
“When death captures me, the boy vowed, he will feel my fist on his face, I quite like that. The stupid gallantry. yes. I like that a lot” –
Personification Death is naive.

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