08 April 2010

Another good read

I'm about halfway into this book, and it's quite captivating. Have you read it? The story is set in Nazi Germany, narrated by Death, and follows the life of a young girl (drawn to books but with no money to buy them) living with a foster family that hasn't joined the Nazi Party. I just keep clinching up, waiting for the inevitable heartbreak that must be just around the corner...

Edited 25 April to add:

I finished this book last Sunday. After adjusting to the weekend and being able to sleep in a bit past my usual 6 am alarm, I always have trouble getting to sleep on Sunday nights. I should know better than to pick up a good book, which always makes turning off the light and saying goodbye to another weekend even more difficult. But I just had to finish The Book Thief. Given the subject matter, I don't think it would be too much of a spoiler to mention that I wept, deeply wept, as I finished the last few pages. A couple of passages stuck with me:

"For fifteen minutes, she walked alone, and even when Rudy arrived at her side with jogging breath and sweaty cheeks, not another word was said for more than an hour. They only walked home together with aching feet and tired hearts. There was a chapter called 'Tired Hearts' in A Song in the Dark. A romantic girl had promised herself to a young man, but it appeared that he had run away with her best friend. Liesel was sure it was chapter thirteen. 'My heart is so tired,' the girl had said. She was sitting in a chapel writing in her diary. No, thought Liesel as she walked. It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this."

"Often, I wonder what page she was up to when I walked down Himmel Street in the dripping-tap rain, five nights later. I wonder what she was reading when the first bomb dropped from the rib cage of a plane. Personally, I like to imagine her looking briefly at the wall, at Max Vandenburg's tightrope cloud, his dripping sun, and the figures walking toward it. Then she looks at the agonizing attempts of her paint-written spelling. I see the Fuhrer coming down the basement steps with his tied-together boxing gloves hanging casually around his neck. And the book thief reads, rereads, and rereads her last sentence, for many hours...I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right."

05 April 2010


The boys and I headed to Arkansas on Saturday to celebrate Easter weekend with my parents. My dad had to coach at a softball tournament all day Saturday, but we took my mom to lunch and then she played with Macauley at the house (sidewalk chalk, an indoor egg hunt and more) while Ryan and I did some shopping.

Sunday we dressed up for church, and I usually like to take lots of pictures on Easter, but a certain little someone just wasn't cooperating for most of them.

Nana and Papa were so good to Macauley, though. They had hidden these plastic eggs all over the house for Macauley to find, with money and Ring Pops and other surprises inside. Papa even slept out in the camper with Macauley Saturday night. A little before bedtime, while my dad was trying to finish watching a basketball game and visit with us, Macauley kept saying, "Well, Papa? Do you think we ought to get our stuff together and head out to the camper?" My dad would tell him it would be just a little bit, and Macauley would ask again in a minute or so. That boy loves to camp.

Macauley and I colored eggs (he said he doesn't like to say "dyed" eggs because he doesn't like to think about things dying) on Friday night with the help of Megan, who slept over. Ryan and I hid them for him around the yard on Sunday, and I was surprised that he only asked us to do it once and he didn't offer to hide them for us to find. That's usually his favorite part, but maybe he's outgrowing that. He didn't seem to have outgrown the Easter Bunny, though, and he was very excited to find that the bunny had left him all sorts of candy and surprises. Overall, an egg-cellent weekend...


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