The Book Thief

31 Days of Blogging – Day 14

The Book Thief


Tonight I went to see “The Book Thief” at the cinema.  Before I say anymore about it, I have to preface it by saying that I have not read the book (shock horror) and I actually didn’t know anything about the story-line (I hadn’t read a review or even a plot synopsis).  I will try not to give anything away in what I say, but just in case, if you don’t want to know anything about it before seeing it, then you should probably stop reading.

The Book Thief is a story about a girl called Liesel who is sent to live with a foster family in 1938 Germany.  She learns to read and write and develops a deep love for books and words while the world around her deteriorates into war.  She is plagued by loss, but manages to endure and bloom in an otherwise bleak environment.

Cinematically, this movie is beautifully shot.  The scenery and camera angles are stunning and give the movie a vulnerability and softness that ease the viewer through the harsh aspects of the story.  The actress, Sophie Nélisse, is lovely to watch and Jeffery Rush is impeccable.

I came away from this movie with a lot to think about, and in some respects I am still processing what I saw.  Having not read the book, I did wonder, throughout the film, if it was missing some key elements.  At times the pace was a bit slow, but I wonder whether that was more to do with me than the film.  It is certainly not a movie that I would normally watch – I tend to avoid sad, true to life films, but having said that, I did enjoy it.  It made me think and question and wonder.

A recurring thought I had during the film was that we have not learnt from our past mistakes.  The holocaust had to be one of humanities lowest points, and yet we learnt nothing from it.  There is still persecution in the world, there is still racism and hatred.  World War II was long and bloody and a waste of life, and yet we still send our sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters out to kill someone else’s sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters.  There have been wars as long as there have been people and yet we still have not learnt from them, we still feel the need to flex our muscles and intimidate those smaller or weaker than us or just different from us. It is not the despots and tyrannical leaders that suffer, it is the innocents, those sent to war because they love and want to serve their country and those non-combatants that get caught in the crossfire.

I was also struck with the cruelty of humans and not just on the larger scale of world wars, but in our everyday lives.  The little things we do that show such disregard and lack of respect for another living thing.  We see atrocities committed daily- from bullying and ostracization to beatings and murder.  These things perpetrated on our fellow man simply because they do not measure up to what we believe to be the ideal or because we feel threatened and insecure.  We see ourselves as being an evolved species and yet we continue to behave worse than animals.

Wars bring destruction not only of life, but also of society.  The things we create, that make up the individuality of our lives, the history and art and beauty are lost when bombs are dropped.  I can’t bear to think of the works of art and literature that have been lost forever in the Middle East because of the wars that have been constantly fought.  The treasures lost forever all over the world because of greed and a thirst for power.  Seeing how this young girl rescues a book from a fire reminds me that there are things in this world that need to be rescued and protected and cherished.

This films begins with the concept that life is finite, we do not live forever. I think we sometimes forget how precious life is – both ours and those around us who are different.  All life is tenuous and each one of us has something to contribute to our society, we should never lose sight of that.

Sunny Saturday Adventure


Today dawned bright and beautiful.  I got up early, while the rest of the house slept and indulged in the stillness of the morning.  I didn’t have to work today and because it is a Saturday and it is a rare occurrence to have a Saturday off, today was a magical day.

In my last post I tried to explain, with my limited capacity, the struggle to achieve work/life balance for a business owner.  In this post I want to share with you that I have made a concerted effort to take some time off and to do something fun with it.

This day didn’t just happen.  I have found that if I want to do something on my day off, I need to plan it.  Spontaneity is often defeated by lackadaisicalness.  We planned to go to the markets, if we hadn’t then we would have probably ended up doing nothing. So we had a plan.  We had to make a delivery first and pick up some yummy relish from the mother in-law and then we were off.

Our destination was the famous Eumundi Markets. We estimated that it had been at least five years since we had been.  Considering we were Sunshine Coast locals, this was pretty poor.  We decided that since we were going through Nambour, we would take the scenic route through Yandina.  Highways are so boring.

It is interesting to travel roads that you haven’t been down for a while and see the changes.  I have lived on the Sunshine Coast for nearly twenty-four years and during that time have lived in different suburbs.  Places that I used to frequent regularly, now I rarely visit so it is nice to revisit those places and see the changes.  Did you know that Yandina has a brand new shopping centre?  I didn’t until today.

When we arrived at the markets, parking became our goal.  I remember having to get to the markets at some ungodly hour in order to get a park.  Parking is a lot more civilised now, they have car parks and everything.  You have to pay for the privilege, but I find that the convenience is worth it and the money goes into the local community.

The market has grown exponentially.  There seemed to be thousands of them (I don’t actually know how many there are, but there are lots!)  Eumundi Markets used to be known for their strict regulations for Market holders – make it, bake it, sew it, grow it – but things have changed.  There is still a section of the markets that stick to these rules, but there are other markets that have grown up around the original and they are not so strict.  Some of these are great, but unfortunately there are some that just stock cheap imports which, I feel, have no place in a real market.

Overall, the atmosphere is great although very crowded.  There is so much to see and taste and experience and not just at the markets.  There are some really interesting shops along the main street, notably Berkelouw Books. This place was phenomenal.  New alongside second hand alongside antique…a book-lovers heaven.






Another great shop was a Retro and Vintage shop called Retro Spective.  They have some amazing pieces and furniture and really reasonably priced.  I didn’t get a photo in the shop, but we did buy a little treasure.




We had a delicious, freshly baked chocolate croissant from a gorgeous little french patisserie stall.  I think the chef was actually French!





And saw this cute little van that I would love to turn into a coffee van or maybe a muffin van 🙂




We bought some adorable mini Monte Carlo and Melting Moment biscuits that were about the size of a ten cent piece but ate them before getting a photo and also found this set of sugar and creamer that most of our grandparents probably owned.




Our market plans fulfilled we then took a drive to Noosa, well, Tewantin.  We were heading for Noosa River, but Gavin got lost and we ended up in Tewantin which wasn’t any big drama.  We were enjoying our sunny Saturday adventure and decided to just go with it.  Neither of us had ever actually been to Tewantin before, so we wandered down the main street to find some lunch.  We ended up at Tewantin Deli were I had a Pumpkin, Spinach & Feta Salad with Grilled Chicken and Avocado.  Gavin had a burger, but only ate half.




And on the drive home we saw this cute little shop that I wish I could transport to Mooloolaba and turn into a Vintage Cake Shop


That was our Sunny Saturday Adventure!