Page 510 - The Book Thief

Goodbye, Papa, you saved me. You taught me to read. No one can play like you.

Ill never drink champagne. No one can play like you.

Her arms held him. She kissed his shouldershe couldnt bear to look at his face
anymoreand she placed him down again.

The book thief wept till she was gently taken away.

Later, they remembered the accordion but no one noticed the book.

There was much work to be done, and with a collection of other materials, The
Book Thief was stepped on several times and eventually picked up without even
a glance and thrown aboard a garbage truck. Just before the truck left, I climbed
quickly up and took it in my hand. . . .

Its lucky I was there.

Then again, who am I kidding? Im in most places at least once, and in 1943, I
was just about everywhere.