Can you grow up and face death again?

Melany 2022-03-25 09:01:08

After watching every German war movie, I feel very depressed.

"The Book Thief" tells the story of a little Soviet girl named Liesel, who lost her parents and was taken to a foster family in Munich, Germany. Liesel likes to read but has no books to read, so she went over the wall to The mayor stole books to read at home. Of course, she was only borrowing books, and she would put them back when they were finished.

In the film, Max said two sentences: "Memory is the record of the soul" and "Words are the only identification that distinguishes people from clay bodies". The imprisonment of the mind is far more terrifying than the imprisonment of the body. Hitler burned all the books in order not to allow the people the slightest disloyalty to him. The wanton crushing and killing of Jews may only be because of jealousy of Jews. All Germans are willing to burn books, only Liesel stole them back, because she wanted to have an independent soul, she believed that books could give her an independent personality, a free soul. She keeps reading, reading is not only a kind of enjoyment for her, but also a kind of emotional support and the source of life. Our bodies can be imprisoned, but our minds must be free, and books can set us free.

"When 10,000 people hid in fear and trembling, a Jew thanked God for letting him see the stars in the sky." This sentence made my heart feel uncomfortable. The world has given Jews too much injustice, especially in Hitler's time. The pain brought to them, I believe no Jew can heal.

When the invasion came, ordinary people hid in the basement to the point of groaning and trembling, while the Jews who hid in the dark basement year after year, in the thunderous night, when there was no one on the street, they dared to walk out of the dark Basement and look at the stars in the sky. Not afraid of death because they live on the brink of death every day.

When Hans left to join the army, I was sure that he would never come back, especially when the car overturned, my heart trembled and I felt pain. Surprisingly, because of the car accident, Hans was injured and returned to his home on Paradise Road and Liesel's side. At that moment, he felt that they were very happy, but he was worried. I had a hunch that something like this would happen. Happiness is too extravagant, not real. After everyone slept peacefully for a night, all of Liesel's loved ones died, only Liesel survived, mom, dad, and Rudy, who she had always loved but never said.

I can feel the throes of a war, and I am extravagant and extravagant for scenes of happiness, living forever on the edge of warmth and ruin.

I remember Rudy said a sentence "I'm not ready, I want to grow up and face death." Just like the rising sun, I haven't seen the sea, I haven't seen the mountains blooming, I haven't seen the sun Happy children and old people... There is not enough light and heat, it does not know how to face the sudden dark clouds, lightning and thunder, it is swallowed up in despair, and there is nowhere to reach for help.

In today's seemingly peaceful era of peace, I like such movies that are bright and dark, vitality and decay inversely different. It reminds people of these heart-wrenching pasts, which can wake up those who are occupied by material desires and let the Nazi demons hide in the shadows. Halo is gone and never returns.

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The Book Thief quotes

  • Rudy Steiner: Are you coming?

    Liesel Meminger: Where are you going to?

    Rudy Steiner: Isn't it obvious? I'm running away.

    Liesel Meminger: Have you thought this through?

    Rudy Steiner: Ya. I don't want to die. There - all thought through.

  • [last lines]

    Death: I have seen a great many things. I have attended all the world's worst disasters, and worked for the greatest of villains. And I've seen the greatest wonders. But it's still like I said it was: no one lives forever.

    Death: When I finally came for Liesel, I took selfish pleasure in the knowledge that she had lived her ninety years so wisely. By then her stories had touched many souls, some of whom I came to know in passing. Max, whose friendship lasted almost as long as Liesel. Almost. In her final thoughts, she saw the long list of lives that merged with hers. Her three children, her grandchildren, her husband. Among them, lit like lanterns, were Hans and Rosa, her brother, and the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.

    Death: I wanted to tell the book thief she was one of the few souls that made me wonder what it was to live. But in the end there were no words. Only peace. The only truth I truly know is that I am haunted by humans.