The Book Thief - Markus Zusak

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Unformatted text preview: house. The only difference was that she made her way to the upper part of town alone. There was no Rudy that day. It was a morning rich with both sun and frothy clouds. Liesel stood in the mayor’s library with greed in her fingers and book titles at her lips. She was comfortable enough on this occasion to run her fingers along the shelves—a short replay of her original visit to the room— and she whispered many of the titles as she made her way along. Under the Cherry Tree. The Tenth Lieutenant. Typically, many of the titles tempted her, but after a good minute or two in the room, she settled for A Song in the Dark, most likely because the book was green, and she did not yet own a book of that color. The engraved writing on the cover was white, and there was a small insignia of a flute between the title and the name of the author. She climbed with it from the window, saying thanks on her way out. Without Rudy, she felt a good degree of absence, but on that particular morning, for some reason, the book thief was happiest alone. She went about her work and read the book next to the Amper River, far enough away from the occasional headquarters of Viktor Chemmel and the previous gang of Arthur Berg. No one came, no one interrupted, and Liesel read four of the very short chapters of A Song in the Dark, and she was happy. It was the pleasure and satisfaction. Of good stealing. A week later, the trilogy of happiness was completed. In the last days of August, a gift arrived, or in fact, was noticed. It was late afternoon. Liesel was watching Kristina Müller jumping rope on Himmel Street. Rudy Steiner skidded to a stop in front of her on his brother’s bike. “Do you have some time?” he asked. She shrugged. “For what?” “I think you’d better come.” He dumped the bike and went to collect the other one from home. In front of her, Liesel watched the pedal spin. They rode up to Grande Strasse, where Rudy stopped and waited. “Well,” Liesel asked, “what is it?” Rudy pointed. “Look closer.” Gradually, they rode to a better position, behind a blue spruce tree. Through the prickly bra...
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This note was uploaded on 01/17/2014 for the course ENG 99 taught by Professor Michal during the Winter '13 term at CSU Sacramento.

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