The Book Thief

I felt like this was one of those books where you know there is something meaningful you're supposed to grasp from it (or some personal revelation you're supposed to glean from the pages) but you don't know what it is. This book gave me that feeling. I felt like it had an almost pointless feel to it.
Having said that, there were so many touching moments that really just took my breath away or left me feeling warmed by humanities ability towards kindness amidst all the pain, brutality and chaos. There were some scenes that I know I will carry with me always and revisit often in quiet moments of contemplation. And maybe that's what the book was supposed to do.
I should also admit that I found the first 100 pages slow and they didn't really grab me right off. I think this was largely due to the jumbled, incoherent beginning when the narrator introduces so many things out of sequence. It was a little difficult to keep track. But after the first 100 pages things start to flow much better.
All in all, I thought it was a good read (wink) and worth the trouble to read at least once. I'm not sure I would read it again though. It was really depressing.