How could she move? That’s the sort of thing I’ll never know, or comprehend—what humans are capable of. She picked him up and continued walking, the girl clinging now to her side. Authorities were met and questions of lateness and the boy raised their vulnerable heads. Liesel remained in the corner of the small, dusty […]
I entered the train. My feet stepped through the cluttered aisle and my palm was over his mouth in an instant. No one noticed. The train galloped on. Except the girl. With one eye open, one still in a dream, the book thief—also known as Liesel Meminger—could see without question that her younger brother, Werner,
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As with most small towns, Molching was filled with characters. A handful of them lived on Himmel Street. Frau Holtzapfel was only one cast member. The others included the likes of these: • Rudy Steiner—the boy next door who was obsessed with the black American athlete Jesse Owens. • Frau Diller—the staunch Aryan corner-shop owner.
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Papa’s bread and jam would be half eaten on his plate, curled into the shape of bite marks, and the music would look Liesel in the face. I know it sounds strange, but that’s how it felt to her. Papa’s right hand strolled the tooth-colored keys. His left hit the buttons. (She especially loved to
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Yes, an illustrious career.I should hasten to admit, however, that there was a considerable hiatus between the first stolen book and thesecond. Another noteworthy point is that the first was stolen from snow and the second from fire. Not to omitthat others were also given to her. All told, she owned fourteen books, but she
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