Papa was an accordion. But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

“He was tall and abrupt and exactly the kind of guy you wanted to be walking the…”

“… it was raining on Himmel Street when the world ended for Liesel Meminger.The …”

“It would be nice to say that after this small breakthrough, neither Liesel nor …”

“Liesel continued the examination. She moved around him and shrugged. "Not bad."…”