Page 370 - The Book Thief

The sound of the turning page carved them in half.

Liesel read on.

For at least twenty minutes, she handed out the story. The youngest kids were
soothed by her voice, and everyone else saw visions of the whistler running from
the crime scene. Liesel did not. The book thief saw only the mechanics of the
wordstheir bodies stranded on the paper, beaten down for her to walk on.
Somewhere, too, in the gaps between a period and the next capital letter, there
was also Max. She remembered reading to him when he was sick. Is he in the
basement? she wondered. Or is he stealing a glimpse of the sky again?

A NICE THOUGHT
One was a book thief.
The other stole the sky.

Everyone waited for the ground to shake.

That was still an immutable fact, but at least they were distracted now, by the
girl with the book. One of the younger boys contemplated crying again, but

Liesel stopped at that moment and imitated her papa, or even Rudy for that
matter. She winked at him and resumed.

Only when the sirens leaked into the cellar again did someone interrupt her.
Were safe, said Mr. Jenson.

Shhh! said Frau Holtzapfel.

Liesel looked up. There are only two paragraphs till the end of the chapter, she
said, and she continued reading with no fanfare or added speed. Just the words.

DUDEN DICTIONARY MEANING #4
Wort Word: