Location: Computer Lab

The Book Thief, by Marcus Suzak

Shannon Hooper
Taylor Hornney
Christian Henry
Andrew Turcotte*
Ethan Cyr
Cathy Wolinsky


Opinions On The Book/ Favorite Part/ What Stands Out To You.

Open Discussion Starters:

  • What did this book make you think about your own life?
  • Could you relate to the book in anyway?
  • How well do you think the book was written/ told by the author?
  • What would you like to change about the book?
  • What questions do you have for the author?

Another Point of View:

1. Choose a scene or longer passage that is ripe for discussion.
2. Together, examine how the story is narrated. Describe the narrator’s position, level of power, and tone.
3. After you feel content with the discussion in #2, re-examine the scene from another character’s or narrator’s point of view, especially a person who has a different level of power than the narrator.
4. Discuss the scene/ passage openly from both points of view.

Ten words or less:

  • Summarize as a group the book in ten words or less. Give everyone three minutes
  • Share the summaries: the writer reads the summary and another participant asks a questions or makes a comment in response to that summary. The Writer Responds and talk can open from there. Move to the next summary.
  • Commit to each summary earning one comment or question from another participant.

Final Thoughts:
Who would you recommend this book to?

Ethan C: Alternate Ending
That night there was another air raid on Himmel Street. I was cheated out of Liesel, but I unfortunately collected many others. Some of the others included Frau Holtzapfel who was in her kitchen waiting for me, also Frau Diller who was asleep and her shop was destroyed, next were the Fiedlers who were in bed. Then I traveled to the Steiners where Barbara Steiner was in bed. I went on to collect the innocent souls of the Steiner children, and to my surprise Rudy was not asleep in his room. I don’t know how he escaped me, but I don’t have time to think about that now I have more souls to collect. I went to a place where I didn’t want to go: 33 Himmel Street, the Hubermanns. Hans and Rosa were sleeping, and Hans’ sole was ready to come with me and I took them. There was no Liesel in the house for me to collect, and Rudy was still no where to be found. I see the LSE searching in the rubble of fallen houses, and I hear their shouts of joy because they have found someone alive. To my surprise I notice that it is Liesel Meminger, and I’m glad I was there to see it. When the LSE get her out of the rubble she realizes what has happened, starts to cry, and tells the LSE men to find Rudy. She explains that he had snuck into the basement to visit her. So the LSE men keep digging, and I am cheated once more for Rudy Steiner had been found alive. His breaking of the rules saved him from meeting me. Liesel and Rudy embrace and look around together at the devastation of Himmel Street. They look into the eyes of the LSE and are told that they are the only survivors. So they go to look for the bodies of their families.
Liesel walks among the rubble of what used to be the house of the Hubermanns, and sees the bodies of Hans and Rosa. She walks over to them. They are covered in a blanket of dust and look as if they are asleep. She starts to cry, again and kisses their cold foreheads, and goes to find Rudy once again. Rudy is walking among the rubble of his old house, when he sees the bedroom of his mother. He runs over to her bed where she is covered in dust and debris. He starts to cry and when he is done he puts his hand on her head and kisses her goodbye one last time. Liesel and Rudy meet back in the street and tell each other that both their families are dead. They grieve together and as the days go on Alex Steiner returns on leave for Rudy. He is devastated at the loss of his family, but is thankful for the survival of Rudy. He take’s Rudy with him back to base, but before he leaves he apologizes to Liesel for not being able to take her too. Liesel is left alone with no where to go. She is at the police station when Ilsa Hermann comes and takes Liesel home with her and the mayor.
I did not see Liesel for many decades. She married Rudy when he and his father returned when the war was over to open their taylor shop. The yellow haired boy finally got the kiss he had been waiting for. I was cheated again by a very lucky Jew named Max Vandenburg, who survived Dachua. On that faithful day many years later Max walked into the taylor shop and found Liesel. They embraced and and Max tells her how he survived Dachua. I didn’t see Liesel for many years until Liesel Memenger Steiner was old and ready to meet me. She and Rudy had 3 kids and many grand kids. Rudy had died a few years before. When I went to collect the soul of Liesel Memenger Steiner the sky was the color of silver just like Hans’ eyes. I gave her something thatI had been holding on to for a while; it was a copy of her story The Book Theif.

Shannon Hooper: Songs of the Noval
1) Everybody's Fool by Evanescence
I picked this song because it fits death's attitude perfectly. "You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue"(550). Death finds it amusing that humans see him as the Grimm Reaper, but he hates that humans fear him when all he is trying to do is his job. He works all day and night to collect souls of those who have died and all he receives in return is fear. 2) I Wanna Be Somebody by W.A.S.P "I just wish I was like Jesse Owens, Papa". This song is significant to the book because of Rudy's fastination with the Olympic Runner Jesse Owens. "He smeared the charcoal on, nice and thick, till he was covered in black. Even his hair received a once over"(57) Rudy was so in awe of Jessie after the 1936 Olympics that he painted his face black and ran around pretending to be the Olympic star. Rudy received his wish of being Jesse Owens when he died. Liesal begged him to wake up and she called him Jesse Owens as she pleaded with him to not die because he was her best friend and she loved him. This song is all about wanted to be someone in life and to actually count for someone and that’s all that Rudy wanted, he wanted to be counted as an important person in the world. 3) Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes This song because signifies WWII and the effect it had on those who weren't in the Nazi Party. Liesel's family took in Max, who was a Jewish man, even though they were endangering their lives. It also signifies that' everyone died in this war, as death said, "They were French, They were Jews, and they were you"(349). Everyone suffers during war but people don't really understand how much others suffer until they are the ones who are suffering. 4) Never Too Late by Three Days Grace This song goes perfectly with the story that Max made for Liesal using ripped out pages of Mein Kampf. Max made a beautiful story about building up his strength so he could face Hilter in a boxing ring and win. His story told Liesal to never give up because there is always a possibility of winning. 5) Love Is Dead by Kerli This song tells the story of the majors wife, Llsa and how she feels so numb because of the death of her son. She feels like she is empty except for when Liesal comes to visit and read all the books in the majors library. “This is the hardest part-When you feel like you're fading -All that you have has become unreal-Collapsing, and aching”(Kerli). When the Llsa’s son, Johannes dies while in he is in Russia, her entire life crumples to the ground and she doesn’t feel any love in her heart until she allows Liesal into her home.

Jessie Owens

A man of strength, a man of great length.

He is not a muller, but he is a man of color.

A country of hate, which sealed its fate.

Aryans got beat by the americans,

Jessie Owen beat them with his own hands.

Hitler Youth

They marched and marched

They had no time to play

They all look similar

They have blue eyes, blonde hair

They listened to what they were told.

They are younger than eighteen years old.


The air was polluted with screams and terror.

The germans thought the air was fresh.

The thought of the air being fresh was evil

Evil is what the air smelled like for the jews.

Nothing great could come out of it

Evil and screams, the effects of the holocaust.

The End Is Near.

Bombs landing everywhere, screams you could see, but not hear.

For many years.

Tears shed for the millions killed, the air so distilled.

It all just ended, the war the evil

but the memories still continue on like a sequel

By: Andrew Turcotte

Taylor Hornney
Mrs. O’Neill
AP English Literature 4W: Summer Reading Assignment
12 September 2011
The Goalie
My life has never involved anything or anyone special. When Hitler took over Germany it effected many families, but not mine. I grew up in a small German town with far too many brothers and sisters for my parent’s income. Every night we sat in the rundown kitchen that also served as our diningroom and ate a similar meal to the night before. The peeling paint and rotten wooden chairs were a constant reminder that the watery soup we were sipping was not filling our stomachs. We sat, a crowded family, in a rundown house, but nevertheless we were happy and the love that was conveyed in my house was enough.
Who I lived with and where I lived didn’t change when Europe began to spiral into a world of chaos. Everyday families began to retreat into their homes in a cloud of fear. I knew the Fuhrer had truly taken over when Frau Diller hung an oversized picture of him in her shop. Other than those few local changes I remained oblivious to the horrors Hitler was imposing on the world.
My neighbors, the Hubermanns lived without children for years. Their children had grown up and moved out. That’s why I was surprised to hear that they had recently took in a young girl named Liesel. The Hubermann’s, in my eyes, were up in years. They had surpassed the energetic age that it takes to raise a child quite some time ago. I couldn’t understand why they volunteered during this time of disarray to raise a girl that was my age, but I guess they were just good people.
One particularly muggy winter day, the other children and I were conducting our usual evening activities. Street soccer was a common way to make us poor kids feel famous, much like my Jesse Owens incident. But we’ll get to that later. We were all curious about the new girl, so when her foster mother released her onto the street, we took no mercy on the poor child. When I say “we”, I really mean “I”. Yes, Liesel was forced to play goalie but that wasn’t unusual initiation for a rookie. “But she’s just a girl, she could get hurt!” one of the younger boys protested. “It doesn’t matter WHAT she is. It just matters how NEW she is,” Tommy Muller concurred. Tommy was in no way standing up for Liesel at this point in time, but was instead ridding himself of the job as goaltender. Liesel made no effort to defend herself. In my opinion, she appeared a little timid to be playing such a rough game. She also looked rather fragile. Liesel’s dirty blonde hair was nothing special. It hung off her head like straw. Her dark brown eyes sunk into her face, and she was far too skinny to be considered healthy. It seemed to me that everyone those days was closer to my normal weight because of all the food deprivation. No matter how skinny I was, I was still athletic and especially good at soccer. No new kid in this neighborhood was going to stand in my way of winning a game. I was exceptionally happy when Liesel was placed as the other team’s goalie because this meant easier scoring opportunities for me.
The game began and was not up to my standards. Our teams were tied. Can you believe it? TIED! With the little skeleton in goal, our team should have been up by at least ten! I was thinking this when the fateful moment happened. I received the close to deflated ball and started pushing it forward on the snowy mud when Tommy stuck out his leg and entangled our feet. My face scraped across the cold sloppy ground. The game stopped and everyone winced in pity. “What?!” Tommy howled. “What did I do?!” Both teams agreed that I would be awarded a penalty kick for Tommy’s dirty behavior. “Maybe we should put Tommy back in goal. It’s only Liesel’s first day,” one of the older boys protested.
“No let me stay! I’ve managed a shutout this whole game. Let me finish it,” Liesel’s timid voice piped up. “But they haven’t had any direct shots yet and Rudy has a killer foot,” the boy added.
“No, no, let her stay,” I said smiling. Liesel’s little body stood guarding the massive space between two trash cans. The mere size of her gave me the confidence alone that I needed to score. I meticulously placed the ball on the mud and backed up a few steps. Everyone was silent, including Liesel, I’m pretty sure she wasn’t breathing. Muddy footprints lead the way from my foot to the goal. No one moved as I wound up and and took the shot, but to no avail. I watched my rocket shot smash into Liesel’s pointy elbow and launch into the other direction. My face got really hot and all my anger went right to my hands. It took all of five seconds to launch a muddy snowball directly at Liesel’s dainty face. “How do you like that?” I smirked. Then I made a run for it. After all, I felt bad. If hitting girls wasn’t allowed, then what made throwing stuff at them any better? I dwelled on my actions for the rest of the day. From that moment on I treated Liesel like a good gentlemen should. We became best friends. It’s funny how certain events begin friendships. This one was going to last me the rest of my life.

Christian Henry
Ms. Tommaso
Honors Junior English: Summer Reading
11 September 2011

Liesel rose out of the Fieldermans basement with dirt all covering her face. The sky was pitch black and it was roughly around 8:30 PM. The bombing started at seven. The images were hard for Liesel to take in. Her house was the only thing left on Himmel Street, everything else was torn apart. Dead animals drooped along the roads. She called out “hello?” no answer. He was a man who looked like he had gone without food for a week. The man had a noticeable limp on his left leg, and was struggling to move. Liesel made eye contact with the man and began to walk towards him. Once Liesel got to the man he collapsed in her hands. She felt nothing but the rough scratching of whiskers on her hands. Two words came out of the mans mouth “ Hans Hubberman?” Liesel smiled and said no Max, its Liesel. Liesel began taking Max back to the Fieldermans basement because it was the only place that was considered a house after the bombing. Liesel took out two apples that she had left over from stealing and gave one to Max. Together both of them ate together on the Fieldermans basement without any disturbance.