The Book Thief

by Markus Zusak

and I saw a boy lying in bed, imagining how a kiss would taste from his glorious next-door neighbor.

Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

say, “I know who you are and I am ready.

that she called everyone that. Saukerl. Saumensch. Especially the people she loved.

I’m sorry, darling.”

“Rudy,” she sobbed, “wake up ….” She grabbed him by his shirt and gave him just the slightest disbelieving shake. “Wake up, Rudy,” and now, as the sky went on heating and showering ash, Liesel was holding Rudy Steiner’s shirt by the front. “Rudy, please.” The tears grappled with her face. “Rudy, please, wake up, Goddamn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come on, Jesse Owens, don’t you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up ….”

and Liesel kissed her best friend,

This part broke me I was sobbing so hard I was shaking

you were so beautiful, Mama.”

MANY MOMENTS OF AVOIDANCE Papa. She would not, and could not, look at Papa. Not yet. Not now.

again, I could tell that this was who she loved the most.

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you.

No, no no no NO!!!!!