Page 504 - The Book Thief

feeder without a question in the world on a mans first night in Molching. And

she was an arm reacher, deep into a mattress, to deliver a sketchbook to a
teenage girl.

THE LAST LUCK
I moved from street to street and
came back for a single man named
Schultz at the bottom of Himmel.

He couldnt hold out inside the collapsed house, and I was carrying his soul up
Himmel Street when I noticed the LSE shouting and laughing.

There was a small valley in the mountain range of rubble.

The hot sky was red and turning. Pepper streaks were starting to swirl and I
became curious. Yes, yes, I know what I told you at the beginning. Usually my
curiosity leads to the dreaded witnessing of some kind of human outcry, but on
this occasion, I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am,
glad I was there.

When they pulled her out, its true that she started to wail and scream for Hans

Hubermann. The men of the LSE attempted to keep her in their powdery arms,
but the book thief managed to break away. Desperate humans often seem able to
do this.

She did not know where she was running, for Himmel Street no longer existed.
Everything was new and apocalyptic. Why was the sky red? How could it be
snowing? And why did the snowflakes burn her arms?

Liesel slowed to a staggering walk and concentrated up ahead.

Wheres Frau Dillers? she thought. Wheres

She wandered a short while longer until the man who found her took her arm

and kept talking. Youre just in shock, my girl. Its just shock; youre going to be