Just finished The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. It's a story about a young girl, narrated by Death, set in Nazi Germany. His writing style is brilliant and thought provoking. He mixes words in a most unusual way that really brings images to life (for me, anyway). Highly recommended.
A sample: Upon her arrival, you could still see the bite marks of snow on her hands and the frosty blood on her fingers. Everything about her was undernourished. Wire-like shins. Coathanger arms. She did not produce it easily, but when it came, she had a starving smile. Her hair was a close enough brand of German-blonde, but she had dangerous eyes. Dark brown. You didn't really want brown eyes in Germany around that time.