The Book Thief Literary Devices

... which stroked the rooftops as if they were pets and filled up the streets like a bath.

Dominoes

Hans Hubermann

The eyes were like coffee stains. 

Outside the world whistled. 

Mein Kampf

Himmel Street, Germany 1939-1943

The book thief saw only the mechanics of the words- their bodies stranded on the paper...

Even the stray hairs ofeach thickened string were flawless, gleaming in the tight white light.

On ground level, her face was a prune. 

A gray towel of elastic hair.