The Book Thief2013

Death:
I've always quite liked the image of me with a sickle and cape, dark and formidable.  Unfortunately, I'm far more ordinary and commonplace. No one intended to destroy a street named after Heaven-it was a misread on a map.  No sirens that evening. First were Rudy's brothers.  I read their simple dreams.  Then I kissed his mother.  And stole the meanness from Franz Deutscher's heart.  Rosa I caught mid-snore.  I could swear I heard her call me a saukarl.  Then I felt her regrets for not sharing more of her very big heart.  As for Hans, his soul was lighter than a child's.  I felt his itch for one last tune on his accordion, and heard his final thought, "Liesel."