a good book for a quiet morning

I just finished The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Wow. I wish I could somehow describe the writing but I wouldn't do it justice. So I urge you to check out this book and tell me what you think. Robin already has her copy as well as a batch of scones to go with it (I love our matching pictures). If I could bake you some scones and read the book aloud to you I would, but I'm afraid it's up to you.
Here's a tidbit...

"The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness. Earlier, kids had played hopscotch there, on the street that looked like oil-stained pages. When I arrived, I could still hear the echoes. The feet tapping the road. The children-voices laughing, and the smiles like salt, but decaying fast.
Then, bombs."

"They fall on top of each other. The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red. Yes, often I am reminded of her, and in one of my vast array of pockets I have kept her story to retell. It is one of the small legion I carry, each one extraordinary in its own right. Each one an attempt -an immense leap of an attempt- to prove to me that you, and your human existence, are worth it.
Here it is. One of a handful.
The Book Thief.
If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story.
I'll show you something."

Doesn't that leave you wanting more?