When I read The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, I felt like I traveled back in time. I notice the struggle that everyone went through during World War II. I'm heartbroken learning about how hard it was for people to want something. I sweat as I devour each word describing Liesel’s actions of thievery for the first time. My head spins trying to understand why Liesel's family took in the Jewish man but soon I felt happy for the man. Max was lucky to have found such a giving family to risk their life to help him survive. I begin to feel nervous as Nazis began to check homes in search for a place to live. I feel hope for Max, that has become good friends with Liesel, as he leaves because her home is no longer safe. In the end, my whole body becomes
