I have no idea why, but recently I suffer from insomnia. Every weekend I go to Szczecin to sleep for at least two nights a week, but when I come back to Poznań I simply cannot rest. Despite the fact that I'm unable to think during the day, it makes my nights quite productive. I have time to read more and there is one particular book I can't stop thinking about. It's "The book thief".
You have no idea how much I admire every single page of this book. It's touching, but not in a pompous way that makes you cry all the time. I'm not going to tell you what's the plot, if you want, you can discover it. At a certain point you know how the book is going to end, but even then you keep reading. It's been a while since I cried while reading a book and since I didn't get out of my bus simply because I didn't realise that I need to do it, as I was so focused on the lecture.