She soon says, You're my best friend, Ed.You can kill a man with those words.No gun.No bullets.Just words and a girl.
She saw it all so clearly. Her starving mother, her missing father. Kommunisten. Her dead brother.
She sang a song, but it was so quiet that Liesel could not make it out. The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.
She had seen her brother die with one eye open, one still in a dream. She had said goodbye to her mother and imagined her lonely wait for a train back home to oblivion. A woman of wire had laid hersel...
She didn’t overreact. It may have crossed her mind to march down to the woman responsible for sending this charity shitbox, but she didn’t. She swallowed the glint of anger. She packed it into her pri...
Se dio cuenta de que era mucho más fácil hallarse a las puertas de algo que haberlas cruzado.
Saukerl, she laughed, and as she held up her hand, she knew completely that he was simultaneously calling her a Saumensch. I think that's as close to love as eleven-year-olds can get.
Saukerl, musitó Liesel riendo y, cuando levantó la mano, supo sin lugar adudas que él a su vez la estaba llamando Saumensch. A los once años, creo quees lo más parecido al amor que podían experimentar...
Rudy handed it back. Speaking of which, I think we're both slightly in for it when we get home. You especially.Why me?You know- your mama.What about her? Liesel was exercising the blatant right of eve...
Rudy Steiner temía el beso de la ladrona de libros. Debía de haberlo deseado con todas sus fuerzas. Debió de haberla querido con todo su corazón. Tanto, que nunca más volvería a pedírselo y se iría a...
Quite frankly, so am I, because what I'm about to tell you is a fact.In this country, there is only one thing that can draw a crown without any shadow of a doubt. The answer?Beer.Free beer.
Pričala si mu o meni? Isprva Liesel nije mogla govoriti. Možda zbog iznenadne rogobatnosti ljubavi koju je osjetila prema njemu. Ili ga je oduvijek voljela? Vjerojatno. Iako nije bila u stanju govorit...
Por encima de todo, la ladrona de libros ansiaba volver al sótano a escribir o leer su historia una vez más. Ahora que lo pienso, sin duda se le veía en la cara. Se moría de ganas de reencontrar esa s...
Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
PiecesSometimes there only seem to be clouds.Tonight, the clouds hang above me, sulking in the sky. They watch me write the words. I don’t even think they bother to read.I imagine myself in a room, wh...
People have defining moments, i suppose, especially when they're children.
Papa. She Would not, and could not, look at Papa. Not yet. Not now.
Papa! she whispered. I have no eyes!He patted the girl’s hair. She’d fallen into his trap. With a smile like that, Hans Hubermann said, you don’t need eyes.
One seat, two men, a short argument and me. It kills me sometimes, how people die.
One sat painfully now, among the falling chunks of rain, and the other stood next to her, waiting.