Page 120 - The Book Thief

She sank.

The thrill of being ignored!

The book felt cool enough now to slip inside her uniform. At first, it was nice
and warm against her chest. As she began walking, though, it began to heat up
again.

By the time she made it back to Papa and Wolfgang Edel, the book was starting
to burn her. It seemed to be igniting.

Both men looked at her.

She smiled.

Immediately, when the smile shrank from her lips, she could feel something else.
Or more to the point, someone else. There was no mistaking the watched feeling.
It was all over her, and it was confirmed when she dared to face the shadows
over at the town hall. To the side of the collection of silhouettes, another one
stood, a few meters removed, and Liesel realized two things.

A FEW SMALL PIECES
OF RECOGNITION

The shadows identity and

The fact that it had seen everything

The shadows hands were in its coat pockets.

It had fluffy hair.

If it had a face, the expression on it would have been one of injury.