The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

Here she said tossing a single piece of candy onto

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Unformatted text preview: with her papa when she was first learning. A group of five boys, some lanky, a few short and lean, stood waiting. There were a few such groups in Molching at the time, some with members as young as six. The leader of this particular outfit was an agreeable fifteen-year-old criminal named Arthur Berg. He looked around and saw the two eleven-year-olds dangling off the back. “Und?” he asked. “And?” “I’m starving,” Rudy replied. “And he’s fast,” said Liesel. Berg looked at her. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion.” He was teenage tall and had a long neck. Pimples were gathered in peer groups on his face. “But I like you.” He was friendly, in a smart-mouth adolescent way. “Isn’t this the one who beat up your brother, Anderl?” Word had certainly made its way around. A good hiding transcends the divides of age. Another boy—one of the short, lean oneswith shaggy blond hair and ice-colored skin, looked over. “I think so.” Rudy confirmed it. “It is.” Andy Schmeikl walked across and studied her, up and down, his face pensive before breaking into a gaping smile. “Great work, kid.” He even slapped her among the bones of her back, catching a sharp piece of shoulder blade. “I’d get whipped for it if I did it myself.” Arthur had moved on to Rudy. “And you’re the Jesse Owens one, aren’t you?” Rudy nodded. “Clearly,” said Arthur, “you’re an idiot—but you’re our kind of idiot. Come on.” They were in. When they reached the farm, Liesel and Rudy were thrown a sack. Arthur Berg gripped his own burlap bag. He ran a hand through his mild strands of hair. “Either of you ever stolen before?” “Of course,” Rudy certified. “All the time.” He was not very convincing. Liesel was more specific. “I’ve stolen two books,” at which Arthur laughed, in three short snorts. His pimples shifted position. “You can’t eat books, sweetheart.” From there, they all examined the apple trees, who stood in long, twisted rows. Arthur Berg gave the orders. “One,” he...
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