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Liesel is grieving over the death of Hans and Rosa Hubermann and lost all motivation to do anything. I connected it to when Elena from The Vampire Diaries, and lost he motivation. She also described her self as feeling dead inside, and I imagined Elena in my mind when reading about Liesel.

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Jews are bending down and taking bread from the road and the trees. The Jews bending down to get bread off the road reminds me of when Jesus gives bread to all the people and they eat it. They are all very grateful for the bread just like all the Jews were thankful for it.

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"She looks up. She speaks in a whisper.  The sky is soft today, Max. The clouds are soft and sad and... She looks away and crosses her arms. She thinks of her papa going to the war and grabs her jacket at each side of her body..."(419).  This memory moment for Liesel is her remembering her papa going to war and her surroundings feel sad.

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Spend time with loved ones because you never know when they will be gone.

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Always have courage

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Spend time with family and friends when you can, and be grateful for the time you get with them. This theme is like the giver because Jonas starts to become more connected to Gabriel but then Jonas finds out that dad is going to kill Gabriel. Jonas starts to spend more time with Gabriel.

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Spend time with family and friends when you can, and be grateful for the time you get with them. This theme is like the giver because Jonas starts to become more connected to Gabriel but then Jonas finds out that dad is going to kill Gabriel. Jonas starts to spend more time with Gabriel.

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"by the time I was finished,  the sky yellow, like burning newspaper. If I looked closely I could see the words. repeating headlines and commentary on the war and so forth"(336) This passage in the story reminds me of the way people describe 9/11.

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Papa reading Liesel books at night is an again and again because Liesel does not know how to read or write so Papa reads to her every night.

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Papa reading Liesel books at night is an again and again because Liesel does not know how to read or write so Papa reads to her every night.

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The tone in the story makes me feel like its black and white. In the movie the Giver, the scenes are in black and white. The tone was the same in the movie as it is in the Book Thief.

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The tone in the story makes me feel like its black and white. In the movie the Giver, the scenes are in black and white. The tone was the same in the movie as it is in the Book Thief.

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The book had drawings that had ugly people in it with big noses. In the¨Poisonous Mushroom¨, Jews are described as ugly and have big noses

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The book had drawings that had ugly people in it with big noses. In the¨Poisonous Mushroom¨, Jews are described as ugly and have big noses

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The book Thief is like the giver when liesel goes into the mayors library. I imagine jones when he goes into the givers ¨layer¨ and talks about all the colors and books on the wall

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Himmel street is like a New York street, because a lot of events happen on the street.

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Himmel street is like a New York street, because a lot of events happen on the street.

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'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words! Life is in them, and death. A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek. Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn The current cold and deadly to the heart. Anger and fear are in them; grief and joy Are on their sound; yet slight, impalpable:-- A word is but a breath of passing air.                                                                                                                      -Letitia Elizabeth Landon  

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'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words! Life is in them, and death. A word can send The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek. Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn The current cold and deadly to the heart. Anger and fear are in them; grief and joy Are on their sound; yet slight, impalpable:-- A word is but a breath of passing air.                                                                                                                      -Letitia Elizabeth Landon  

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Page 38 is connected to the song "Hold On"

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Page 38 is connected to the song "Hold On"