The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

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Unformatted text preview: udy was not the same—he didn’t talk. Mama was not the same—she didn’t berate. Liesel, too, was feeling the effects. There was no desire to steal a book, no matter how much she tried to convince herself that it would cheer her up. After twelve days of Alex Steiner’s absence, Rudy decided he’d had enough. He hurried through the gate and knocked on Liesel’s door. “Kommst?” “ Ja.” She didn’t care where he was going or what he was planning, but he would not be going without her. They walked up Himmel, along Munich Street and out of Molching altogether. It was after approximately an hour that Liesel asked the vital question. Up till then, she’d only glanced over at Rudy’s determined face, or examined his stiff arms and the fisted hands in his pockets. “Where are we going?” “Isn’t it obvious?” She struggled to keep up. “Well, to tell you the truth—not really.” “I’m going to find him.” “Your papa?” “Yes.” He thought about it. “Actually, no. I think I’ll find the Führer instead.” Faster footsteps. “Why?” Rudy stopped. “Because I want to kill him.” He even turned on the spot, to the rest of the world. “Did you hear that, you bastards?” he shouted. “I want to kill the Führer!” They resumed walking and made it another few miles or so. That was when Liesel felt the urge to turn around. “It’ll be dark soon, Rudy.” He walked on. “So what?” “I’m going back.” Rudy stopped and watched her now as if she were betraying him. “That’s right, book thief. Leave me now. I bet if there was a lousy book at the end of this road, you’d keep walking. Wouldn’t you?” For a while, neither of them spoke, but Liesel soon found the will. “You think you’re the only one, Saukerl?” She turned away. “And you only lost your father. . . .” “What does that mean?” Liesel took a moment to count. Her mother. Her brother. Max Vandenburg. Hans Hubermann. All of them gone. And she’d never even had a real father. “It means,” she said, “I’m going home.” For fifteen minutes she wal...
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