Pg 74- “Tracers from firing above and below streaked the air in yellow, red, and green. As Pillsbury watched the clamor of colors, he thought of Christmas. Then he remembered: They had crossed the international date line and passed midnight. It was Christmas.”…
This Passage reminds me of the similar situation that has happened to Liesel when her younger brother, Werner, died suddenly during their trip to Germany. Similarly, Arthur Berg is also going through this situation, but with his sister dying in his arms. Also, when death, the narrator says that he "could sense [that] he would hold her for hours," it reminds me of Liesel shaking his brother as she doesn’t believe that he is dead. (Zusak 167) As well, these passage allows the reader to understand that death can arrive at anytime, leaving their loved ones in sorrow, which is also one of theme that is revealed through this piece of…
|1 |““You think too many things,” said Montag, uneasily.” Guy Montag |Clarisse isn’t the only person who has dozens of thoughts streaming through her |…
Constructed identities of characters often reflect and or challenge the dominant ideologies circulating at the time of a text setting.…
In the book The Book Thief by Markus Zusak the words sprout from the trees relate to the political situation in Hitler’s Germany because Hitler was all hate he wanted the world to be “pure” meaning in his words the world being only blonde haired blue eyed pure germans and anyone who doesn't meet that strict criteria were treated like vermin and was either worked to almost death or just sentenced to death. And all the words coming from the trees were all hate propaganda…
Although most assume Death looks like the Grim Reaper or a scary skeleton thing, in The Book Thief, Death is not. In fact, he even tells us what he looks like when he says, “I do not carry a sickle or a scythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it’s cold. And I don’t have those skull-like facial features you seem to enjoy pinning on me from a distance… Find yourself a mirror while I continue” (Zusak 307). Essentially Death is saying that because all humans die, we all resemble death. Humans can and will die, and thus he is one of the things that is constant between all humans. Due to this reason I drew a man looking into a mirror to show Death. I just…
tribunes, argues with commoners, takes the decorations off of the statues, does not support Caesar…
It’s a normal day, just getting off of work and smelling the perfume. I have loved how the kerosene smells on me. I was a fireman, a fireman who burned books for a living. I followed in my family’s footsteps and became a fireman, that only burnt books. Which soon turned into having to burn buildings because they contained books. Paper burned at 451 degrees fahrenheit. Burning books always seemed to make me happy. Ray Bradbury wanted people to know the good between bad. There were some very nice helpful people in the society along with some people who were mean and rude like Beaty.…
"But she named the infant 'Pearl,' as being of great price- purchased with all she had- her mother's only pleasure."…
The power of words have a big impact in this world. What would be appealing without words? Even actions are worth a thousand words. Books wouldn’t exist without words. Markus Zusak, the author of The Book Thief demonstrates throughout the book the power of words.…
As my creative response I produced a 3 dimensional, patterned Nazi flag with each layer of the flag placed inside the previous layer. The first layer of my creative is a red rectangular box patterned with lips, symbolic of kisses. The second layer is a circular box made of images of snow, ice and delicate snowflakes. The final layer of my creative is folded black card, forming a spring-like Nazi swastika with the head and tail of an accordion stuck to either side. This creative was in response to the novel, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.…
Looking at them reminded her of her rings, which she had given to her husband before leaving for the beach. She silently reached out to him, and he, understanding, took the rings from his vest pocket and dropped them into her open palm. She slipped them upon her fingers. (pg.10)…
When Melinda bites her lips, it’s like her way of cutting herself. She does this to forget about her secret but really she can't forget.…
“My love and my Faith….of all the nights in the year, this one I must tarry away from thee. Me journey, as thou callest it, forth and back again, must needs be done ‘twixt now and sunrise….”…
“It could always be worse” my mother had reminded me. However, I could not hear her, for I was withering in pain on the sofa. Grabbing the blanket that was draped around me, as loudly as I could, I screamed into the throw. I had given up trying to fight the pain. Instead, I lied down onto my father’s lap. I surrendered. Placing my hand onto my cheek, I found it wet with tears. In an effort to lighten the mood, my brother announced that dinner was ready. Everyone left the room except for me. I stayed. Why? Food did not help the pain, nor did it worsen the pain, however I refused to eat. The pain had twisted my insides, so that thinking of food caused me to gag. I hardly ate anymore. It is so noticeable that one day my school counselor gently…