The Book Thief

I know that I said that I was going to post my thoughts about stuff but I was dying to post this and I can't seem to move on until I do. Some of you (if any of you are actually reading this) know that I am addicted to this book called "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak. Why do I like it? You probably wont understand :) But yeah..I just wanted to post my favorite part. Here's page 307 for you:

Death's Diary:1942

It was a year for the ages, like 79, like 1346, to name just a few. Forget the scythe, Goddamn it, I need a broom or a mop. And I need a vacation.

****A SMALL PIECE OF TRUTH****

I do not carry a sickle or a sythe. I only wear a hooded black robe when it's cold. And I don't have those skulllike facial features you seem to enjoy pinning me on me from the distance. You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

I actually feel quite self-indulgent at the moment, telling you all about me, me, me. My travels, what I saw in '42. On the other hand, you're human-you should understand self-obsession...