I do not say I did not like this book, but I'm still far from sharing the infatuation that visibly arouses in most readers. Despite a desire to renew the genre (the narrator Death, typographical peculiarities), the bottom is for me a little agreed. It's a good idea to choose death as narrator since occupy much space in the war anyway. The author chooses a full Death empathy that comes over the souls relieve plucking lives. It's a bit obscure the fact that she works in the war together with Hate, Hunger and Poverty but why not this bias. Unfortunately, this incarnation did not really convinced.
Despite beautiful moments, the text appeared to me more entangled in a rather oafish style. For beautiful moments, I loved eg Rudy's admiration for the champion Jesse Owens, the link between Hans and his accordion, instead of books, Liesel weather or notebooks Max. I really missed out by against other poetic attempts. I have not really understood the interest of such variation around the colors that remains untapped finally. In conclusion, despite a moving subject, touching characters and moments full of grace, some stereotypes and a cumbersome style prevent me from being completely in love.