#the book thief

[tuverras]

on tragedy, fate, and inevitability.

oresteia, robert icke // theatre of the oppressed, augusto boal // song of achilles, madeline miller // the book thief, markus zusak // antigone, jean anouilh // revisiting mockingjay ahead of the hunger games prequel, entertainment weekly // romeo and juliet, shakespeare // h of h playbook, anne carson // war of the foxes, richard siken // the road to hell (reprise), hadestown // planet of love, richard siken // they both die at the end, adam silvera

[wonderwyrm]

After countless recommendations, I am finally reading The Book Thief.

Ten paragraphs in, it strikes me that Death (the narrator) has spent the entire time expounding upon the beauty of the sky, and how it’s not just a few colors as most assume, but an infinite gradient of hues from dawn until dusk

[mostlyghostie]

New commission, off to the printer today

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[grctagerwig]

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” - Maya Angelou

the snows of kilimanjaro by ernest hemingway // little women (2019) // little women by louisa may alcott // the book thief by markus zusak // emily (2022) // dead poets society (1989) // o me! o life! by walt whitman // tick, tick… boom! (2019)

[best-childhood-book]

[katiapostsss]

DRABBLE:

hayden christensen and books

enjoy!

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"i'm thinkin' about reading this new book," you spoke, your hands absentmindedly running through hayden's ruffled hair in the way that you knew he loved. "mia told me it was good. my coworker, remember?"

you really didn't want to bother him much whenever he seemed on the brink of sleep, but hayden always insisted that he loved it whenever you talked while he was tired. he claimed it helped him fall asleep, which you couldn't deprive him of, so, late at night, propped up against your headboard with his head on your torso and his arms wrapped around your middle, you rattled off meaningless details about your day, from how the price of gas went up at your local gas station or that there was an ache in your left leg. sometimes, he responded, other times, he didn't, and you never pushed him to, either.

"the one who keeps holding you back at work for reshootings?" he muttered, and you huffed a laugh. since you had been shooting a new movie as the lead, your coworker—who you'd worked with in the past and loved dearly—had been the reason for your late arrivals home. hayden loved complaining about it, too, claiming he now understood what you felt like when he often had to leave for his own work while shooting star wars, you, spending most of the time home alone.

"yea." a soft smile tugged at your lips. "it's called 'the book thief'. from what i've heard, it sounds pretty good."

much to your surprise, hayden seemed to wake himself up, drawing his head from your torso and instead, lightly resting his chin there. you peered down at him, a question in your eyes, but he spoke before you could.

"what's it about?" he asked, his eyes darkened in the dull light of the lamp on your bedside table. you breathed a laugh, skepticism creeping across your face.

"since when have you ever shown interest in what i read?" you inquired in return. often, you told your boyfriend about the books you were reading, and though he avidly listened, he never really asked about it much. below you, hayden pursed his lips, face scrunching in what you couldn't guess the meaning of.

"since mia started giving you recommendations," came his reply after a bit of thinking. "why are you asking anyways? are you implying that i'm dumb 'cause i don't read a lot?" he sent you a sarcastically skeptical face, to which your mouth fell open to in mock surprise.

"i would never," you scoffed as if he was crazy for even thinking it. he kept that same look on his face for what felt like eternities until your hands reached out to tug the corners of his mouth into a smile. though he let you, each time you retracted your fingers, his mouth would drop back into that frown. "so difficult," you muttered with a laugh. hayden tilted his head to the side.

"so?"

giving up, you dropped your hands at your sides and looked away, thinking back on your earlier interaction with your coworker and what she had said about the book. "i'm pretty sure it's about this german girl... something about her moving to a foster home 'cause her mom's on the run. takes place during the holocaust." your eyes strayed back to his own, which were intently looking at your face. you grinned. "why do you care, seriously?"

hayden propped himself on his elbows, leaning up to kiss your lips. "can't care 'bout my girlfriend's life anymore, huh?" you giggled when he peppered your face with tender pecks, his lips soft and warm on your skin.

"answer the question, hay." you poked his side, turning your head to the left so he could no longer kiss you. he sighed through his nose, leaning back again and shrugging as best as he could in his position.

"i dunno. i wanna talk to you," he uttered, and your laughter died, your smile blooming even further. you couldn't help but love him even more in those moments, your heart so full you felt it might've exploded inside your chest. "be part of your life more."

"you already are," you reassured, tilting your head to the side and reaching a hand out to run your fingers through his hair once more. he hummed his approval, resting his head on your torso the way he had before you had interrupted his sleepiness.

"okay. continue, please," hayden stated against your clothed skin, hands gripping the hem of your shirt. you smiled.

"alright."

two weeks later.

〰️

the first thing you felt when you woke up was a chaste kiss against the skin of your forehead, shifting, and cold air. you struggled to open your eyes, still weak under the weight of sleep. hayden's voice pulled you out a bit.

"got called into work, love. i'll be back soon," he said. you hummed a small acknowledgment, not bothering to say anything more before you shifted below the sheets and faintly heard the door click open and closed.

an hour later, and you were sitting up against the headboard, yawning and stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. the clock on your bedside table told you it was 8:03 am. still too early, but breakfast was calling to your empty stomach. you looked to the side, upset that hayden was gone and expecting the sheets to be completely empty. they weren't.

a few inches from your thigh, was a thin, rectangular box. a present. it was wrapped up in a sort of newspaper design, tied with a red ribbon. calling to be opened. tentatively, you twisted your body, tucked your legs underneath you, and picked up the gift. it was cold and stark in your hands. not wanting to ruin the intricate paper design, you carefully unwrapped it, mind whirling to a bunch of different thoughts. today wasn't anything special. you couldn't think of a reason hayden would gift you something, but then again, he did love buying you things without you even asking. was it even from hayden?

your breath caught in your throat once it was all opened, a smile blooming on your lips. a copy of the book thief. it was— he even went with the color scheme to simply wrap it up. faded newspaper and red. you huffed a laugh, opening it up, and what was on the inside surprised you more.

'turns out mia has good book taste.' he had read it? there was 525 pages in the book, and he read all of it. for you. flipping open the pages, what you found baffled you even further. he had left notes, as well, little annotations across the pages, with words like 'this made me think of you', or, 'we should do this together'.

mia had good taste, indeed.

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another drabble because im getting writer's block 🤭

please send any suggestions in! im willing to write anything for anyone rn cause i want to be active on this page

anyways, reblogging is much appreciated! i hope you enjoyed ❤️

[n-jostcn]

the book thief — markus zusak

wolfsong — tj klune

the song of achilles — madeline miller

the sandman vol. 4: season of mists — neil gaiman

mister impossible — maggie stiefvater

on earth we're briefly gorgeous — ocean vuong

a conjuring of light — v.e. schwab

kiss her once for me — alison cochrun

[darknixss]

I want to go back to the years when these books were the most popular

[inejgahafa]

- On grief - 1. Fleabag | 2. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak | 3. ‘The Weight of Grief’ by Celeste Roberge | 4. Euripedes | 5. The Haunting of Hill House | 6. Free by Florence + the Machine | 7. ‘Letting the Grief Settle by Cézanne | 8. Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner | 9. ‘Check the Mail for Her Letter’ by Amy Parrish | 10. Fortesa Latifi 

[qvotable]

She was saying goodbye and she didn’t even know it.

Markus Zusak; The Book Thief

[kirjavas]

— The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

[sunsetquotes]

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

Markus Zusak; The Book Thief

[mostlyghostie]

A few details from favourite book commissions

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[bookishfreedom]

the most challenging part of my trip abroad? not taking home all of the gorgeous uk covers of books i already own :,)

[infinigalaxies]

This book has been lying in my shelf since 2021 and all I can think now after reading it is that I should.have picked it up sooner 😅.

So heartbreakingly beautiful that I don't think I was ever not misty eyed while reading it. The humour kept me entertained while the very human story kept me intrigued. The imaginative and descriptive writing painted a sky full of colours for me as well.

Glad I started off the year with this

[xjackxv]

“…she fell asleep again to the smell of him.”

-Markus Zusak, “The Book Thief.”