Saturday, August 23, 2014

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

It is a story about a young girl who is taken in by a foster family.  It takes place in Germany during the Nazi occupation and “Heil Hitler”.   Liesel, the main character, earns this nickname” The Book Thief” clearly from her heartfelt and sometimes desperate need to steal books for various reasons you discover throughout this incredible and memory making book.  It clearly shows what it may have been like to be a child or a German citizen, particularly when you choose not to become a member of the Nazi party by choice or chance.  Family members make their choices but the whole family suffers the consequences of any one choice. 

The first book stolen is at the gravesite of her younger brother which is shortly before she sees her mother for the last time.  She doesn’t even know how to read or what the book is about, just that she had to have it.  It turns out to be a book about how to dig a proper grave and is ultimately used as a tool by her foster-father to teach her to read.  Each book stolen is tied to a specific period of time in her life such as stealing from the library of the mayor’s wife for firing her foster- mother or just for when she and her best friend Rudy just needed to win at something since life was more than difficult with food shortages, little work, living in the poorest city on one of the poorest streets in their town.  She is a thief but an extremely particular book thief when making a selection of the perfect read at any point in time. 

Her love of words and reading also brought comfort to others like during an air raid in a bomb shelter where she started reading aloud from one of her beloved books.  She reads to the Jewish man hidden in the basement of the home where she is staying while he is extremely ill.  His name is Max and is the son of the man who saved her foster-fathers life in a previous war time situation. 

She experienced great hardship as a young girl in Germany and physical pain as well when she was beaten by a soldier using a whip for her talking to a young Jewish man among the hundreds being paraded through town on the way to Dachau.  The young man was Max, the one that lived in their basement for over two years who became a dear friend.  They shared books and he wrote one for her birthday called “The Standover Man”. 

At a particular point in time, she realizes the power in words and of words and decides that she hates words.  But a “word shaker” cannot escape them for long.  It is suggested that she stop reading and start writing.  She does. 

She loses everyone she loves and who loves her, except for one that I will not name here, in one night while she alone was spared.  How was she spared? She was writing a book of her own in the basement that was supposedly not secure enough to be a bomb shelter and was pulled from the rubble.  Her story does not end here even though the book that she wrote which chronicles her life through the various books that she owns is lost to her forever until returned to her in her old age by the narrator of this book who is “haunted by humans”.

Of note
It took me awhile to figure out who the narrator actually was which proves to really be the perfect “source” of the information imparted as needed.  I have such affection for certain characters on Himmel Street plus one other, all of whom may have loved Liesel even more than me:
·         Lemon haired Rudy whose athletic abilities won him three medals and the unwanted attention of those building a super race of “his kind”, whose idol was the Olympian Jesse Owens, and the one thing he wanted most was a kiss from Liesel but when he finally received it he was not aware,
·         Hans, the silver eyed,  caring, protective, anti-Nazi, accordion playing papa,
·         Rosa, the outwardly stern,  name calling, terrible cooking mama who really did have a well disguised caring heart for people,
·         Max, the Jewish fist fighter with hair like feathers  who had a dream of boxing Hitler but that dream also included the war of words from Hitler that invited those not in the ring to join him in the destruction of all Jews beginning with this one, a survivor thanks in part to Liesel along with her foster parents, and
·         Ilsa, the mayor’s wife who had a personal library of perhaps a thousand books,  who had lost her only child, who received a verbal bashing and  “the”  letter from her book thief Liesel which fueled the spark that brought her back to the living.
Please read this endearing book that is being made into a movie for all the right reasons.
 My favorite passages include but are in no way limited to the following: 

·         …the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain.
·         Three languages interwove. The Russians, the bullets and the Germans.
·         The words.  Why did they have to exist? …Without the words, the  Fuhrer was nothing.
·         I was so angry and afraid and I wanted to kill the words. …I love this place and hate it, because it is full of words.
·         The accordion breathes. There are lines on his cheeks….I just like the way they move and change. Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.
·         I have hated the words and I have loved them and I hope I have made them right.

·         For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to.  Perhaps it’s so they can die being right. 

Friday, August 1, 2014

The Orphan Train by Christina Baker Kline

The story is a true to life chronicle reflecting the saga of hundreds of thousands of homeless or neglected children who were placed on orphan trains from 1854 to 1929. The orphan train movement led to numerous reforms having to do with welfare and child labor laws. Many people believe it is the origin of modern foster care.

What a time to exist for these two women who could not be more different, or are they?

Vivian is a 90 year who came here as an Irish immigrant, whose parents and siblings were lost to her in a fire where they lived in New York City and became twice widowed.  With one exception the foster home placements including nothing more than child labor, taking care of children younger than your ten years in a filthy, inhumane environment and a sexual experience forced on her then thrown out in the winter snow with just the clothes on your back after furious accusations of being the guilty party rather than the victim that she was.   Imagine the social worker taking the side of the parents without question.

Now comes Molly, a Penobscot Indian, who is also in foster care with the most recent family including a “mom” who berates her at every turn but sure likes the monthly foster care system check and the “father” who seems to care about her but who will not stand up to his wife to defend her.  Molly is about to “age out” of the foster care system but gets into trouble with her probation having a provision requiring community service.  She seems to have only real friend, that being her “boyfriend” who seems to be a similar society “misfit”.  There are kindred spirits so to speak.  Molly is also thrown out of the house.  By the way, her crime was stealing a torn, tattered book from the school library.

The community service project is helping an elderly woman clean out her attic, hence their meeting.  Over time they become friends, each recognizing something in the other that satisfies and provides a long lost comfort in the form of friendship and even trust.  Vivian is reliving and sharing her life with Molly. Molly is gathering information to write an article for the school but learns so much more in this process.  Nothing much gets discarded but does get organized and gaps in each of their respective lives gets filled. 

With Molly’s help, Vivian moves into the 21st century with technology and a new world of information is found at her fingertips.  Vivian’s heart begins to heal with her discoveries and new hope arises when she finds someone who she thought was lost to her forever.

Each of these characters found delight and comfort in books. Each had a teacher who saw something in them and nurtured their development.  Vivian’s teacher was instrumental in saving her life and her landlord came to love her as well resulting in finding loving couple to adopt her. The light went on the eyes of a teacher as Molly finally asserted herself in the classroom clearly claiming her Indian heritage and namesake. 

I have always acknowledged the role a teacher played in my life and for two teachers in this book care and protection was conveyed to a child so lost in the world.  It is also interesting to me that the same book was shared twice.  No, I am not telling you the name of that book. 


The ending was as it should be even though I wanted more. Here is my final thought about the ending. There was love and forgiveness in the eyes that clearly conveyed that all was right in “their” world of new beginnings.