The Book Thief Book Club Discussion นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hid it in the only place I knew it wouldn't be found, at least not by my kind. His shoulders slumped slightly as he looked back down at the book in his lap, his palm now stroking the cover, his thumb brushing up and down the spine. A flicker of pain darkened his features. 'I lied about it feeling like losing a limb,' he said, bitterness creeping into his voice and twisting it into something harder, colder. 'It was like cutting my fucking heart out of my chest and leaving it there to bleed out on a dusty shelf for centuries. I might not have been carrying the burden of it anymore, but I carried the pain of losing it every single fucking day. It was the only thing I had left of them. My last

⸻ Because someone had done the impossible. ⸻ Someone had stolen an ending. ⸻ 🌙 The Forbidden Crime Silence spread through the library. ⸻ Nobody spoke. ⸻ The Mother stared at the unfinished book. ⸻ The Father looked pale. ⸻ Even the Witness seemed disturbed. 👁️ ⸻ Because endings were sacred. ⸻ Beginnings could change. ⸻ Middle chapters could change. ⸻ Choices could change. ⸻ But endings?

"I told you, it was on the shelf in your study." Alexander's eyes snapped back to mine, "You shouldn't have been able to see it, talk less of touch it." A shiver ran down my spine as Alexander's words echoed in my mind. I stared at the book in my hand. What was so special about this burnt book? Is it more important than the fact that someone or something almost killed me? "Give me the scroll I gave you days ago?”

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-ONE🎀 Panic instantly ripped through the library. The quiet readers who had been scattered among the tables began to scramble in terror, their hushed whispers turning into desperate cries as the thieves took over. To assert their dominance, the men began violently flipping the heavy wooden tables upside down. They tore priceless, ancient books straight from the shelves, tossing them onto the floor and carelessly stepping on them with their muddy boots. Zayla’s eyes widened in absolute shock at the wanton destruction. She quickly whipped her head to look at Asher, expecting a sudden outburst, but he didn't have a single reaction. He stood there like a statue o

“At least there’s that.” The conversation started light—safe topics, easy banter. Jake told her about a customer at his bookstore who had once tried to argue that reading paperbacks was ‘outdated and inefficient.’ Sophie countered with a story about an industry executive who once suggested she “leak” a relationship just to stay relevant. It was easy. Natural, even. But Sophie felt them. The eyes. The subtle clicks from outside. The occasional flicker of a phone screen from another table, aimed just a little too directly at them.

she said, her voice steady. The librarian looked at the form, then at Leila. Her face darkened, her lips curling into a frown that could sour milk. "We don’t have that book anymore. It was stolen." Leila raised an eyebrow. “Stolen? From a library?” The librarian nodded, her expression as flat as week-old coffee. “People are like that. No respect for books anymore.” Leila gave a tight-lipped frown, but her mind was racing. Stolen? Someone had come here and taken Yellen’s work. Not just borrowed—stolen. She had to find out why, but not here. Not now.

My nan and all the little old dears in her knitting club congregated there on a Tuesday morning, casting disdainful glances at anyone who dared to enter the Den of Sin as they liked to call it. “It’s all that book’s fault,” my nan would claim. “Ever since that novel came out, everyone has gone sex-mad. There was none of that back in my day,” she would add, crossing her arms. “That book should be burned.” Her eyes blazed with fierce determination. “Don’t ever let me catch you reading it,” she would warn while wagging her finger at me. “I’ll disinherit you.” After my eventful shopping trip, I ended up back where I started. With my bags clutched in one hand, I waved to Chloe and the kids with t

I said, and his eyes widened. “What? I’ve read this book repeatedly.” His words confused me, and all I could think of was another ruse to lure me into believing he had changed. But there was a voice in my head that urged me to stay, and what harm could come from discussing a book? I thought to myself. “What is your favorite part of the book?” I asked, and he opened his mouth to speak, then I decided to lay a trap. “Did you think it was right for her to end up with Bruno?” I asked, and he scoffed.

I think. Masked? Someone from inside destroyed every piece of evidence to identify the thief. How was that possible? Jacquard decided not to pursue the matter. " Then what about the books? The thief must be doing something with them, right? Giving them to someone, storing them, selling them, sharing them . . ." "No." Jacquard looked at the director curiously. Then . . ." " They are probably burning them."

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.