The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon, I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages. The
Tal como Liesel descubrió, un buen ladrón necesita muchas cosas.Sigilo. Audacia. Resolución.Sin embargo, mucho más importante que todo lo demás era un último requisito: la suerte.
Sure, she loved horses, she enjoyed racing, but she abhorred the racing business; its wastage, its overbreeding. Its greedy girth of underbelly. It was something like a beautiful whore, and she’d seen...
Somehow, though, and I’m sure you’ve met people like this, he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of a line. He was always just there. Not noticea...
Sin embargo, un día conoció a un hombre despreciado por su patria a pesar de haber nacido en ella. Se hicieron buenos amigos y, cuando el hombre enfermó, la recolectora de palabras dejó caer una de su...
She tore a page from the book and ripped it in half.Then a chapter.Soon, there was nothing but scraps of words littered between her legs and all around her. The words. Why did they have to exist? With...
She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to s...
She remained on the steps, waiting for Papa, watching the stray ash and the corpse of collected books. Everything was sad. Orange and red embers looked like rejected candy, and most of the crowd had v...
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend Rudy Steiner soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and i...
She didn't dare to look up, but she could feel their frightened eyes hanging onto her as she hauled the words in and breathed them out. A voice played the notes inside her. This, it said, is your acco...
See, Cameron. The only things I care about in this life are me, you, Mum, Dad, Steve and Sarah. And maybe Miffy. The rest of the world means nothing to me. The rest of the world can rot.'Am I like tha...
Se aferraba con desesperación a las palabras que le habían salvado la vida.
Rudy Steiner was scared of the book theif's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have longed for it so much. he must have loved her so incredibly hard. So hard that he would never ask for...
Por favor, a pesar de las amenazas anteriores, conserva la calma. Sólo soy una fanfarrona. No soy violenta. No soy perversa. Soy lo que tiene que ser.
People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour...
Papa- the accordionist- and Himmel Street.One could not exist without the other, because for Liesel, both were home.
Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
Papa grinned and pointed at the girl. Book, sandpaper, pencil, he ordered her, and accordion! once she was already gone. Soon, they were on Himmel Street, carrying the words, the music, the washing.
Nothing changed the fact that she was a lost, skinny child in another foreign place, with more foreign people. Alone.
Nije to neka velika stvar, ali valjda je stvarno istina – velike stvari tek su male stvari koje ljudi zamjećuju.