Even enemies were an inch away from friendship.
Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.
What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy
The point is, Ilsa Hermann had decided to make suffering her triumph. When it refused to let go of her, she succumbed to it. She embraced it.
As always, one of her books was next to her.
Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.