Hey guys I know this is mega short but this is a tribute to the overriding thought I had when I finished The Book Thief.
As I close the book shut I lift it up and hold it to my chest. The last line twirls through my mind over and over; I am haunted by humans. The Book Thief had been one of the best historical fiction novels I have ever been fortunate enough to pick up and read.
Gently I place it back on my overflowing shelf. Smiling I pick up my own journal and make a vow One day I am going to write something just as beautiful.