Introduction
Summary of the book The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Before we start, let’s delve into a short overview of the book. Imagine opening a book and stepping into a world where ordinary streets and ordinary people face extraordinary dangers. In this world, words are precious treasures, and stories hold the power to comfort, inspire, and even wound. This is a place caught in the grip of World War II, where courage and cruelty exist side by side, and where a quiet street named Himmel (which means Heaven) is no paradise. Yet, inside cramped homes and hidden corners, friendships bloom, kindness endures, and a young girl discovers the magic of the written word. This story, set in Nazi Germany, introduces us to a narrator who is unlike any you’ve met before. He pays attention to colors instead of human faces and carries away souls as gently as he can. Yet even he, this mysterious figure, is surprised by one girl who dares to steal books—and with them, a piece of hope.
Chapter 1: Encountering a Strange Storyteller Who Gently Collects Human Souls Amid Colors and Quiet Whispers.
Think about someone who comes at the very end of your life, not with anger, but with a kind of sad patience. Imagine a being who does not judge, but simply appears when your time is up, carrying you away into an unknown beyond. This unusual figure is the narrator of our story. He is called Death, yet he is not what we might expect. He does not hold a scythe or wear a dark hood. Instead, he notices colors—brilliant whites, deep blacks, rich reds—every shade that surrounds human lives. Colors distract him from the troubling things that people do to one another. He cannot bear to look directly at living humans for too long, because their pain and their cruelty weigh heavily on his understanding. And so, Death focuses on colors, allowing these hues to gentle his burden.
It is in these troubled times of Nazi Germany that Death finds himself especially busy. War is tearing Europe apart, making his work constant. As bombs fall, battles rage, and soldiers march, people die in staggering numbers. Despite his heavy workload, Death still tries to remain gentle. He speaks thoughtfully, as if he cares deeply about each soul he carries away. He respects the human stories he witnesses, though they often sadden him. As he hovers over battlefields and quiet towns, he sees how humans treat one another. He sees bravery and kindness, but also cruelty and despair. And throughout all these encounters, colors swirl around him: the grimy brown of muddy roads, the smoky gray of ruined buildings, the bright yellow of a dandelion struggling to bloom in rubble-strewn streets.
It is during these frantic days, full of loss and confusion, that Death’s attention is drawn to a single young girl. She does something unusual in this time of fear and silence—she steals a book. This small, daring act catches Death’s eye. He is so accustomed to looking at colors instead of faces, but something about this girl, this slim figure with a hunger for words, stands out. He will meet her several times as she grows up, as she moves through a world that tries to silence voices and burn pages. The girl’s name is Liesel Meminger. She is not a hero in shining armor, but an ordinary child living through extraordinary challenges. And in a land filled with terror and strict rules, her love of books becomes a quiet resistance.
The world around Liesel is changing rapidly. Hitler leads Germany, and his followers burn books and ban stories that do not praise their beliefs. To survive here, people must follow strict rules, pretend to agree, or face awful punishments. While many keep their eyes down and say nothing, Liesel secretly reaches for forbidden words. Death notes her presence and finds her both fascinating and puzzling. He wonders why this child, living among terror, still finds comfort in printed pages. In these pages, she finds pieces of her old life, the memory of her lost family, and a spark of hope. As the story begins, we stand beside Death, intrigued to know more about Liesel and what her stolen books might mean in a world drenched in danger.
Chapter 2: Following a Girl’s Footsteps as She Steals Books and Loses Precious Family Connections.
Long before she became known as the Book Thief, Liesel Meminger was just a frightened girl traveling by train with her mother and younger brother, Werner. They were on their way to Munich, a city in Germany, for reasons that Liesel did not fully understand. The war had made life uncertain, and her father, a man who was said to be a communist, had already been taken away by the authorities. As the train clattered through the winter landscape, Liesel slept and dreamed unsettling dreams. When she awoke, a terrible reality confronted her: Werner, just six years old, had died suddenly beside her. Liesel could not fully comprehend this tragedy. Confusion and sorrow mixed together, and all she knew was that the brother she loved was gone forever.
At the snowy cemetery where her brother was buried, Liesel’s world cracked open. She stood shivering, watching strangers dig the frozen ground to lay Werner to rest. When the small funeral ended, and the adults were busy speaking in hushed tones, Liesel noticed something dropped in the snow: a small book, The Gravedigger’s Handbook. Although she could not read it, she picked it up as if it were a precious jewel. This was her first stolen book, taken not from malice, but out of confusion, grief, and a longing to hold onto something from this final moment with her brother. The pages were cold, and the words were unknown shapes, but just holding it made her feel closer to what she had lost.
Soon after, Liesel’s mother did something even more painful—she left her daughter in the care of foster parents. Times were too dangerous, and it seemed her mother was no longer safe to keep her. Liesel found herself standing before a small home on Himmel Street in a town near Munich. Himmel means heaven, but as she stood there, shivering and uncertain, nothing felt heavenly. Inside were Hans and Rosa Hubermann, the couple who would now raise her. Hans had kind eyes and a gentle manner, while Rosa seemed gruff and harsh. Liesel knew nothing about them yet, but their world would soon become her world, no matter how strange and cold it felt.
In those first days at the Hubermanns’ home, Liesel could hardly speak. She missed her mother and brother terribly. At night, nightmares haunted her dreams. She would see Werner’s face, pale and lifeless, and wake up screaming in the darkness. Hans would come to her bedside, sit quietly, and eventually hum a soft tune or tap his fingers gently. Rosa, though rough with words, cooked her food and forced her to eat, as if nourishing Liesel’s body might somehow mend her heart. Clutching her stolen book beneath her mattress, Liesel felt as if it represented all that had been taken from her—and also something that might guide her forward. She could not read it yet, but it was hers, a secret link to a life she struggled to understand.
Chapter 3: Settling into a New Life Beneath War’s Gathering Clouds and Unspoken Secrets.
Himmel Street was a modest place, filled with neighbors who knew each other’s routines. Nothing about the crooked houses or the worn fences seemed special. Yet, for Liesel, it was all new and strange. She was surrounded by a neighborhood that was slowly being drained of safety and hope. The Nazi Party grew ever stronger, and everyone felt the pressure to show loyalty. Hans was a painter who covered over racist slurs scribbled on Jewish-owned shops, a quiet form of kindness that few dared to perform. Rosa washed and ironed clothes for wealthier neighbors, cursing under her breath, yet working hard to keep food on the table. Neither parent explained fully why Liesel’s real mother had disappeared, but Liesel began to suspect that her father’s communist label had brought danger.
School was not easy for Liesel. She struggled to read and write, and other children sometimes mocked her. She felt the weight of her mother’s absence and her brother’s death pressing against her chest. But amidst these hardships, Liesel found a friend: Rudy Steiner, a neighbor boy with lemon-colored hair and a cheeky grin. Rudy was kind, adventurous, and curious. He teased Liesel, challenged her to races down the street, and asked her thousands of questions she couldn’t always answer. He seemed to understand that beneath her silence, sadness brewed, and he tried in his own clumsy ways to make her laugh. Over time, Liesel began to trust him, and soon, he became the companion who helped steady her in this uneasy new life.
At home, Hans discovered the secret of Liesel’s stolen book when she accidentally revealed it. Instead of anger, he offered patience. He taught her to read slowly, letter by letter, until words began to form on her tongue. Liesel learned to read quietly in the early mornings or late at night, stretched out at the kitchen table or huddled in her tiny bedroom. For her, learning to read was more than just a skill—it was a way to reach into the past and touch the memory of her family. The words on the pages were like keys, unlocking feelings and ideas she had never known before. Hans, gentle and encouraging, turned reading lessons into secret adventures right there in their simple home.
Meanwhile, outside the Hubermann household, Germany trembled. On certain streets, Jewish shops were marked with yellow stars, their owners threatened or forced to flee. Nazi flags fluttered in the wind, and Hitler’s face loomed large on posters telling people who to blame for their troubles. In this world, words could be dangerous, especially if they disagreed with those in power. Liesel began to understand that her stolen book and the words inside it set her apart. She saw books being burned in public bonfires—words turned into ash. She realized the Nazis hated books that made people think freely. Watching flames consume stories and ideas, Liesel felt fear and anger stir inside her. Words mattered, and she was determined to hold them close, no matter the risks.
Chapter 4: Discovering Friendships, Shared Nightmares, and the Echoing Power of Words Against Tyranny.
As months passed, Liesel settled more into her new life. She found comfort in simple routines: helping Rosa with chores, playing soccer on the street with Rudy and other kids, and reading slowly with Hans each night. But the nightmares did not vanish. She still saw Werner’s ghostly face in her sleep, and Hans would come to sit beside her, lighting a cigarette in the darkness, the smell of tobacco somehow calming. In these quiet moments, they shared more than just lessons. They shared silence, understanding, and a bond that Liesel had never expected to feel again after losing her brother and mother. Rosa, though sharp-tongued, also cared deeply, showing her love through tough cooking and firm instructions rather than gentle words.
Outside their small home, everything seemed upside down. Neighbors were suspicious of each other, afraid that a careless word might bring trouble. Voices whispered about Jews disappearing from their shops and homes. Rumors spread about arrests, imprisonments, and unimaginable cruelty. Liesel witnessed a book burning—one of many rallies held to celebrate Hitler’s birthday. There, the crowd cheered as thick volumes were tossed into hungry flames. The sight unsettled Liesel. It revealed how easily hatred could be spread through controlling what people read and learned. The power of words cut both ways: some words were used to frighten and control, while others could inspire and comfort.
That night, after the rally, Liesl did something risky. She stole another book, snatching it from the smoking remains of the pyre. Its title was The Shoulder Shrug, and it burned her skin through her coat as she carried it home. She did not yet know exactly what kind of story it held, but she understood it stood against the cruelty she had witnessed. In that bold act, Liesel’s love of reading became an act of quiet defiance. Words were becoming her secret weapon, a private way to resist the world’s madness. She understood that if people could be taught to hate through certain words, maybe they could also be taught to care and think differently through others.
In the days that followed, Liesel began to see how books connected her to people around her. She shared stories with Hans, who listened quietly as she stumbled through sentences. She talked about books with Rudy, who teased her about her thief habits but looked impressed all the same. She wondered about the mayor’s wife, who seemed quiet and distant, yet surrounded herself with books in a large, mysterious library. Though Liesel could not fully understand how it worked, she sensed that stories had the power to soothe wounded hearts, to calm fears, and to show people that there were other ways of thinking. Even though the world insisted on following hateful ideas, Liesel held onto her books as proof that kindness and imagination could still survive.
Chapter 5: A Desperate Refugee, a Dangerous Promise, and the Secret Basement’s Silent Hiding.
Then came a twist in Liesel’s life that she never expected: the arrival of Max Vandenburg. Max was a young Jewish man on the run. The Nazis hunted people like him, forcing them from their homes, stealing their businesses, and sending them to concentration camps. Max’s situation was dire. He had false identity papers hidden in a copy of Hitler’s own book, Mein Kampf. Inside this hateful book, ironically, lay Max’s pathway to possible survival. With courage and fear battling inside him, Max followed directions given by an old friend and arrived at the Hubermanns’ doorstep. He was hungry, exhausted, and terrified. Hans and Rosa had a decision to make: to help a Jew, risking their own lives, or to turn him away to save themselves.
Years before, during World War I, Hans made a promise. A Jewish man named Erich Vandenburg saved his life by volunteering Hans to stay behind while the rest of their unit marched into certain death. Hans survived, thanks to Erich’s selfless act. Now, sheltering Max was Hans’s way of repaying that debt. Despite the fear, Hans welcomed Max into their home. They knew that if the authorities discovered this Jewish guest hidden in their house, the entire family could be arrested or worse. Yet, they chose to protect Max. This act of kindness stood in direct opposition to the hateful beliefs ruling their country. It was secret resistance, dangerous and brave, done not for glory, but simply because it was right.
Max slept in Liesel’s room at first, but soon it was decided he would hide in the cold, dark basement beneath the house. Down there, with paint buckets and old newspapers, he tried to stay silent and invisible. Each creak in the floorboards above made him hold his breath. To pass the time, Max imagined boxing matches with Adolf Hitler himself, hoping that in his mind, he could somehow fight back against the leader who had destroyed his life. He struggled with guilt, knowing that by staying with the Hubermanns, he put them in danger. Still, he had nowhere else to go. This basement became his world—a cramped, secret universe where he clung to the hope that kindness and humanity could still survive.
Liesel was startled and curious about this hidden stranger. She knew Jews were targeted by the Nazis, but she had never truly met one before. Max was not a frightening monster as propaganda suggested. He was tired, scared, and kind. He and Liesel both knew terrible nightmares. They both had lost families and struggled to understand a world filled with violence. Slowly, a quiet friendship grew between them. Liesel brought him newspapers and described the weather outside. She wished she could give him sunlight to warm his hands. From Max, Liesel learned that there were different ways to fight: not only with fists or guns, but with words, kindness, and quiet acts of resistance that helped keep one’s soul alive, even in times of darkness.
Chapter 6: Stolen Apples, Painted Words, and the Unfolding Bonds Between Liesel and Max.
As the months passed, life grew tighter under the Nazi regime. Food was strictly rationed. Fresh fruit and meats were rare treats. Liesel and Rudy, hungry and restless, sometimes joined a group of older boys who snuck into orchards and stole apples. This thievery brought a small thrill and a bite of sweetness into their limited diets. Just as Liesel stole books to feed her mind, these apples fed her grumbling stomach. But the dangers of getting caught were real. Punishment for stealing food could be severe. Still, the desire for a full belly won out, and Liesel and Rudy learned the art of moving quietly and quickly in the shadows, their hearts pounding with each daring escape.
At night, back at home, Liesel’s secret world of words continued to grow. Hans kept his promise and taught her patiently, letter by letter, page by page. Liesel’s reading improved, and soon she could handle tougher books. She visited the mayor’s wife, Frau Hermann, to pick up laundry. There, she glimpsed a grand library filled with countless volumes that seemed to whisper, Read me. Though the mayor’s wife was strange and sad, she slowly allowed Liesel to enter this library and spend time reading. For Liesel, this place was like a treasure cave of stories. It provided warmth for her mind, a refuge from the cold fear outside.
Meanwhile, in the basement, Max grew weaker from lack of fresh air and sunlight. He was grateful for the Hubermanns’ kindness and knew that every day he survived was a gift. When he discovered some leftover paint, he used it to cover the pages of Mein Kampf and wrote his own story over them. He created a small handmade book called The Standover Man. It showed all the people who had stood over him and helped him throughout his life. The final pages showed Liesel herself as a protector and friend. Presenting this gift to her was Max’s way of saying thank you. In a time of fear and hate, this simple, painted-over book was a reminder that caring and understanding could still bloom.
By sharing The Standover Man, Liesel and Max became closer. They bonded over words and the comfort they brought. Nightmares still troubled them both, but now they had each other’s understanding. In these moments, Liesel realized that while the Nazis tried to shape the world with lies, she could learn the truth through stories and personal connections. She saw Max as a human being with hopes, fears, and dreams, not the monster that hateful propaganda described. She understood that books were not just objects of paper and ink; they were powerful vessels carrying ideas, emotions, and sparks of hope. Through literature and quiet courage, these two unlikely friends found a way to hold onto their humanity amid chaos.
Chapter 7: Soldiers Marching, Snow Falling, Hidden Dangers, and the Tremors Beneath Quiet Streets.
The war raged on, reaching even deeper into every corner of Germany. Soon, dangerous tasks fell on ordinary people. Soldiers needed safe places to hide from bombs, and authorities inspected basements to see if they were strong enough for makeshift shelters. When word reached the Hubermanns that inspections were coming, panic filled their home. Max could not simply walk out the door. He had to hide, quickly and cleverly. The sound of soldiers marching down the street echoed in Liesel’s ears as she warned Max. He found a cramped spot to tuck himself away just in time. The soldiers came and went without noticing him. Afterward, everyone sighed in relief. But this close call showed how delicate their secret arrangement truly was.
Outside, snow began to fall. It blanketed Himmel Street with a soft, silent cover, as if trying to hide the harsh reality underneath. But the snow could not cover the tension. Food was scarcer. Fear became ordinary. People followed rules, raised their arms in Nazi salutes in public, and whispered their true thoughts only behind closed doors. Hans and Rosa tried to blend in, showing support for the regime in small, meaningless ways to avoid suspicion. Yet, Hans could not resist small acts of kindness. When a group of Jews was paraded through the town on the way to a camp, Hans offered a piece of bread to a starving old man. For this, Hans was punished. A soldier whipped him brutally, and neighbors saw him as a Jew lover. This put everyone, including Max, at greater risk.
With a heavy heart, Max realized he had to leave. Staying with the Hubermanns now endangered them all. Hans’s simple act of compassion had drawn the wrong kind of attention. Max slipped away into the night, leaving behind only a note of gratitude. Liesel was devastated. This friend, who understood her nightmares and shared his own, was gone. Hans too felt hollow, as if he had failed to protect the young man he owed so much. But in truth, there was no safe place for Max to go. He was alone, adrift in a country hunting down people like him. The Hubermanns could only hope that fate would guide Max to a safer path, though hope itself seemed in short supply.
In the following weeks, Hans was punished further. He was drafted into the German army to prove his loyalty to the Nazis. Rudy’s father, Alex Steiner, was also drafted. Himmel Street, once filled with simple routines, now felt hollow and fearful. Liesel and Rudy stood on street corners, watching trains carry away fathers and sons. Though they tried to keep their spirits up, the weight of war pressed down on their shoulders. Bombs began to fall more often. People spent nights crowded into makeshift shelters, fearing that each new siren might signal the end. Yet, in these desperate hours, Liesel kept reading whenever she could. She carried words like a shield, hoping they might protect her from the darkness gathering outside.
Chapter 8: Whispered Stories in Dark Basements and Hope Growing Amid Words Like Trees.
As bombs threatened Himmel Street, families huddled together underground, seeking safety from the blasts. The basement shelters were cold, damp, and filled with trembling voices. To calm these terrified neighbors, Liesel read aloud from her stolen books. Her voice, quiet but steady, transformed the tense silence into a space where fear could loosen its grip. Even Frau Holtzapfel, a neighbor known for her bitterness, found comfort in the girl’s reading. Words, once hidden secrets, now became a healing balm. Outside, the world was violent and cruel, but inside these cramped shelters, stories reminded people of their shared humanity.
Not all the neighbors survived these relentless attacks without scars. Frau Holtzapfel lost her sons to the war’s battles on the Eastern Front. Others lost their livelihoods or homes. Still, Liesel’s reading offered small moments of peace. She even made a sort of friendship with the mayor’s wife, Frau Hermann, who left a dictionary for Liesel in a place easy to find. Alongside this dictionary was a note, inviting Liesel to enter the library by the front door, not by stealing. It was a gentle plea for honesty and trust. Liesel felt touched by this gesture. In a world where cruelty was so common, this act of understanding felt like a warm glow in the cold night.
Max, meanwhile, remained missing, but he left behind a gift: The Word Shaker, a small homemade book for Liesel. In this story within a story, Max imagined words growing on trees, where a kind-hearted girl planted a seed watered with her tears. From this seed grew the tallest, strongest tree in the forest of words. No one could cut it down, not even soldiers with axes. This tale symbolized how love, understanding, and truthful words could outlast violence and hatred. Liesel took comfort in The Word Shaker, holding it close. She understood that while bombs could destroy buildings, they could not destroy the ideas and compassion rooted in a caring heart.
As the parades of Jewish prisoners continued through town, Liesel searched the lines of weary faces, hoping to see Max. Many prisoners stared blankly at the ground, their spirits crushed by suffering. But Liesel believed words could still matter. Quietly, she would say their names, or whisper kind thoughts into the empty air. Even if the prisoners could not hear her, even if the guards would never understand, she felt that giving voice to kindness kept it alive. The Word Shaker story lingered in her mind, reminding her that every caring thought and spoken truth was like a seed that could someday grow. Even as the world thundered with gunfire and hatred, she held onto the quiet power of words.
Chapter 9: Watching Loved Ones March Away, Facing Loss, and Searching for Familiar Faces.
Time moved forward, marked by the steady beat of marching boots and wailing sirens. Hans and Alex Steiner were off fighting a war they did not believe in. Rudy trained for Hitler Youth competitions, showing talent in athletic events, but secretly feeling disgusted by the ideology they represented. All around Himmel Street, people carried their burdens in silence. Liesel grew older, wiser, and more aware of the pain that surrounded her. She no longer saw the world as just scary—it was more complicated. There were kind people trapped by fear, and cruel people following orders. Each day felt uncertain, and each moment precious.
One day, as Liesel stood among the silent onlookers watching another parade of Jewish prisoners shuffle by, she spotted a familiar face: Max. He looked thin, pale, and drained of energy, but his eyes still held a spark of recognition. Against all logic, Liesel rushed forward. She spoke his name, tried to embrace him. For a moment, time stood still. Soldiers snarled and shoved her away. She felt the sting of their blows, but the pain was nothing compared to seeing Max in that terrible state, dragged along like a beast toward unimaginable suffering. This brief reunion filled her with both hope and despair. Hope, because he was alive. Despair, because she was helpless to save him.
Rudy dragged her back, shielding her from the worst of the soldiers’ anger. Liesel’s face burned with tears. She realized then that words could not always fix everything. Sometimes, love and kindness were not enough to overcome cruelty. She wanted to scream at the soldiers, plead with them, or do something heroic and brave. But she was just a girl with empty hands and stolen words. Powerless, she watched Max disappear around a corner. Would she ever see him again? That question echoed inside her, heavy and unanswerable.
Back on Himmel Street, the air tasted bitter, as if filled with invisible ashes. Liesel wondered if all her reading, all her cherished books, were useless in a world where such cruelty could take place. She tore pages from a book called The Last Human Stranger, raging silently at the unfairness of it all. What good were words if they could not save the ones she cared about? Yet, deep down, Liesel knew that even if words could not always stop evil, they could record the truth. They could bear witness. They could keep memories alive and share stories about those who deserved better. As the world outside darkened, Liesel clung to her stories, unsure of what the future held, but determined to remember every word.
Chapter 10: Surviving Unimaginable Destruction, Holding onto Memories, and Unanswered, Haunting Questions of Humanity’s Contradictions.
The final blow came suddenly, without warning. Bombs fell on Himmel Street at a time when no sirens were sounded. Houses crumbled under blasts of destruction. Families that had survived so much suffering were erased in seconds. Death was everywhere, gathering souls gently, sorrowfully. Hans, Rosa, and so many others perished that night. Rudy, the boy with lemon-colored hair who never got his kiss from Liesel, lay lifeless beside his siblings. Liesel, writing in the basement at that crucial moment, was spared. Emerging into a world of dust and silence, she saw everything she loved torn apart. She found Rudy’s body and wept, pressing her face to his cold cheek, whispering empty words that could not bring him back.
In the aftermath, as rescue workers and strangers arrived, Liesel stood holding a book she had written herself—her own story, the one she had poured into pages during sleepless nights. Shocked, grieving, and alone, she faced Death again. He gently picked up her small manuscript from the wreckage and carried it away. Liesel eventually left Germany behind. The war ended, and some survivors managed to piece together new lives. Years later, Max appeared again. Scarred and changed, he found Liesel working in a shop owned by Rudy’s father. Their reunion was quiet, tearful, and filled with relief. Though damaged, they had survived. They never spoke of what Max endured in the camp. Some pains were too deep for words.
Liesel grew older, moved to Australia, and lived a long life. She loved, she lost, and she never forgot Himmel Street or the people who shared it with her. When Death came to her again, this time as an old woman, he returned the book she had written so long ago. He was still puzzled by human beings. How could they show such kindness and love on one hand, and commit such terrible acts on the other? Liesel could not fully explain it either, but her life proved that love, understanding, and decency could exist in the darkest times. Though human beings had disappointed Death many times, they also amazed him with small acts of compassion.
In the end, Death remained haunted by humanity. He knew war and hatred better than anyone, having carried countless souls away from battlefields and ruined homes. Yet, he also saw acts of mercy, sacrifice, and tenderness that defied logic. Liesel’s story, with its stolen books, secret friendships, and quiet defiance, showed him that humans were not simple creatures. They were capable of both monstrous cruelty and breathtaking kindness. As he walked with Liesel’s soul near a distant sports field, he said nothing but thought of all he had witnessed. He understood that no one answer could explain it. Humans were complicated, and their words, for good or evil, shaped the world. And so, the Book Thief’s tale ended, leaving behind a lingering question: Why do humans choose the paths they take?
All about the Book
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak is a poignant tale set in Nazi Germany, revealing the power of words and stories to inspire hope amidst despair, as seen through the eyes of a young girl named Liesel Meminger.
Markus Zusak, an Australian author, captivates readers with his unique storytelling style, merging history and fiction, known for The Book Thief, which has left a profound impact on literature.
Librarians, Educators, Psychologists, Social Workers, Historians
Reading literature, Writing, Studying history, Engaging in discussions about WWII, Participating in book clubs
The impact of war on civilians, The importance of language and storytelling, Friendship and compassion in difficult times, The nature of good and evil
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic.
Stephen King, John Green, Oprah Winfrey
Michael L. Printz Award, Dorothy Canfield Fisher Children’s Book Award, ALA Best Book for Young Adults
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