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His blue eyes stared at the floor.
Seeing nothing. Prior to waking up, the book thief was dreaming about the Führer, Adolf Hitler. In the dream, she was attending
a rally at which he spoke, looking at the skull-colored part in his hair and the perfect square of his mustache.
She was listening contentedly to the torrent of words spilling from his mouth. His sentences glowed in the light.
In a quieter moment, he actually crouched down and smiled at her. She returned the smile and said, “Guten
Tag, Herr Führer. Wie geht’s dir heut?” She hadn’t learned to speak too well, or even to read, as she had rarely
frequented school. The reason for that she would find out in due course.
Just as the Führer was about to reply, she woke up.
It was January 1939. She was nine years old, soon to be ten.
Her brother was dead.
One eye open.
One still in a dream.
It would be better for a complete dream, I think, but I really have no control over that.
The second eye jumped awake and she caught me out, no doubt about it. It was exactly when I knelt down and
extracted his soul, holding it limply in my swollen arms. He warmed up soon after, but when I picked him up
originally, the boy’s spirit was soft and cold, like ice cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up
For Liesel Meminger, there was the imprisoned stiffness of movement and the staggered onslaught of thoughts.
Es stimmt nicht. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.
And the shaking.
Why do they always shake them?
Yes, I know, I know, I assume it has something to do with instinct. To stem the flow of truth. Her heart at that
point was slippery and hot, and loud, so loud so loud.
Stupidly, I stayed. I watched.
Next, her mother.
She woke her up with the same distraught shake.
If you can’t imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.
Snow had been falling consistently, and the service to Munich was forced to stop d...
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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.
- Winter '13