I haven’t read a book that made me FEEL like this since Phantom of the Opera, and that was my favorite book of last year.  This was a re-read for me, and other than the fact that Death was the narrator, I remembered nothing about this book.  I feel ready to read it again immediately. This book wasn’t long by any means, but it felt long because of how thorough and arching it was. It was full of the mundane moments and the significant ones, spared no detail when it came to character progression, and moved at the perfect pace. I fell in love with all of the characters in a way only an extremely beautiful book can captivate me. And if I read a book with a better closing paragraph this year, I will be amazed. 

"I wanted to tell the book thief many things, about beauty and brutality. But what could I tell her about those things that she didn't already know? I wanted to explain that I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race – that rarely do I ever simply estimate it. I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant… a last note from your narrator: I am haunted by humans.”