It's been awhile since I have read something I would classify as "literature."
Literature being something my English teacher in high school would have approved or assigned to me.
The Book Thief qualifies.
I wish I had gotten it assigned in high school... it was a lot easier to read than War and Peace. It was definitely more interesting in that the life story of a young, self-named, book thief was being told from the point of view of Death. Death being the narrator and the scene being Nazi Germany was quite interesting.
It wasn't what I expected and I loved that. Marcus Zusak has a way with words. He didn't spell everything out as if the reader was a moron... I love that too. I equate it to watching TV shows with no laugh track - Don't tell me when to laugh!!! If it's funny I'll laugh! You don't need to prompt me!... ok, little rant there.
I like that I actually had to pay attention. I knew that if I paid even more attention (in a way that would make my English teachers proud), I would have seen themes, motifs and hidden symbols throughout the book, regardless if they were intentional by the author.
Thank you Book Thief, for reminding me that I'm not what the newspapers say the average reading level is (3rd grade) and catering to a better reader.
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