I like this book.

Here's a passage from it that I think really sums up the way the story is told.  The narrator is Death, but he's really just a regular guy doing his job, so no worries.  He's an observer who got interested in the protagonist, Liesel Meminger's life.  In this part of the book, Liesel is at a book burning for Hitler's birthday, as all of the Hitler Youth had to attend.  The fire was just lit.

Many jocular comments followed, as did another onslaught of "heil Hitlering."  You know, it actually makes me wonder if anyone ever lost an eye or injured a hand or wrist with all of that.  You'd only need to be facing the wrong way at the wrong time or stand marginally too close to another person.  Perhaps people did get injured.  Personally, I can only tell you that no one died from it, or at least, not physically.  There was, of course, the matter of forty million people I picked up by the time the whole thing was finished, but that's getting all metaphoric.  Allow me to return us to the fire.

--The Book Theif by Markus Zusak, pg. 111-112

There's also a lot of really tasty imagery :)