I've just finished Markus Zusak's The Book Thief. I'm only about 100 years behind everyone else but I'm so glad I finally, finally got round to reading it. Set in Nazi Germany it was never going to be a fluffy read and even though it's narrated by the eloquent, haunted, non-judgemental Death it is never morbid with flashes of humour and deep humanity. I have to admit I don't generally cry over books but I had a few gulpy moments - when Death describes carrying children's souls gently in his arms and the awful march of the Jews to Dachau and the end, of course the end. Well, we always knew how it would end.