Book Review: Markus Zusak’s “I am the Messenger”

Zusak.

Markus Zusak.

He is one of my favorites.

In a world of hierarchical artistry, he is right up there with Madeleine L’Engle, Donald Miller, Jane Austen. This writer brings his A-game in everything he writes.

I Am The Messenger is story structured as a deck of cards. Trust me on this because when you open the book yourself you will see it in the chapters, in the design, in the story itself. What genius! That alone has held my rapt attention.

I can recite the first lines like a mantra.

So far, I’ve read this book five times.

Each time it reads deeper and truer.

I will never get enough of Zusak’s word weaving.

You can read a summary anywhere so I’ll just tell you this much:

I Am A Messenger is a story of becoming more than you think you are.

Zusak paints with words. Inky alphabet sculptures.

This book will make you believe in barefoot girls, old ladies drinking loneliness, the power and the glory, and that the gunman is useless. Useless but effective.

***

Favorite quotes

I’m not the messenger at all. I’m the message.

When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again.

My arms are killing me. I didn’t know words could be so heavy.

You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.

Advertisements

7 comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s