Often I wish this would all be over, Liesel, but then somehow you do something like walk down the basement steps with a snowman in your hands.
Markus ZusakIโm Angelina,โ she says. โAre you here to save us?โ I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes. โYouโre right, Angelina - Iโm here to save you.โ โCan you? Really?โ โIโll try,โ I say and the girl smiles.
Markus ZusakHow does it feel, anyway?" How does what feel?" When you take one of those books?" At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. "Well?" he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth. It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.
Markus ZusakYes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.
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