Everyone has that stuffed animal or blanket that they've had since they were literally born. Mine is a bunny. It's worn out. Body parts have been stitched back together. stuffing has been put back in. It went everywhere with me, and I slept with it every night until I was about fourteen. Last night, Stormie had a baby bunny on the porch that she was playing with, with the intent to kill. With everything going on lately, I broke down. She can have all the mice and moles in the world, but not a precious bunny. So at the age of twenty-one, I slept with my bunny last night. I needed to feel that comfort. I needed to relive those memories. I needed to feel secure. You are never to old to need to feel that comfort.
I just recently finished "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak. I had no idea what this novel was going to be about going into it; all I knew was that our 10th grade English class study it. Right off the bat I noticed that our narrator was not your average Joe. The narrator is death. When I realized this I said to myself, "Oh this is going to be good." The novel is all about the Holocaust and it is shown from a German point of view. Leisel Meminger's mother gives her away to a foster German family. On the trip to this new family, Leisel's brother dies. So right from the start death is there. I'm not going to give you a synopsis of it, because I think you should read it for yourself. Just know that a German family hides a Jew in their basement for a while, and death is around every corner. That last line of the novel really got me though..."I am haunted by humans."
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