“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. "I'm okay" we say. "I'm alright". But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer--it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.” Death is convinced to be many things, in The Book Thief, he is the narrator of the story. In the poem Its Death Again, he is a ghoul in a hood standing and stalking. “It’s Death again - He’s always there - Watching, waiting - e’er the stare! Every time I look behind or reach to pull the window blind, I catch a glimpse of grubby hood…” The death in The Book Thief however. Describes himself differently. He describes himself almost human like, a person with a heart. …show more content…
He just does the bidding of many bosses, one he describes as war. In his line of work, he tries to see the colors. “People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.” Death in The Book Thief tries to find ways how humans can be capable of beauty and ugliness. Death is fascinated by how humans treat each other through history. Not like the death in the poem though. But they are similar in the fact that they both carry people’s souls away. “His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say "I know who you are and I am