When I move, I don't tend to take books with me. They're heavy, I own a kindle and I frequent libraries, but one story I can't live without is Markus Zusak's The Book Thief. I obtain it in every country: second-hand, fresh from the book store or from a friend. Today I opened my copy to skim through and this caught my eye: “My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy."
This book just gets me.
