You might well ask just what the hell he was thinking. The answer is, probably nothing at all.He'd probably say he was exercising his God-given right to stupidity.
Markus ZusakMots clés stupidity the-book-thief rudy-steiner
An eleven-year-old girl is many things, but she is not stupid.
Markus ZusakYou should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.
Markus ZusakMots clés man boy stubborn guy
Papa would say a word and the girl would have to spell it aloud and then paint it on the wall, as long as she got it right. After a month, the wall was recoated. A fresh cement page.
Markus ZusakFor most of the journey, he made his way through the book,trying never to look up.
The words lolled in his mouth as he read them.
Strangely, as he turned the pages and progressed through the chapters, it was only two words he ever tasted.
"Mein Kampf." My struggle-
The title, over and over again, as the train prattled on, from one German town to the next.
"Mein Kampf."
Of all the things to save him.
You could argue that Liesel Meminger has it easy. She did have it easy compared to Max Vandenburg. Certainly, her brother practically died in her arms. Her mother abandoned her.
But anything was better than being a Jew.
How about a kiss, Saumensch?
Markus ZusakLua and Marie are holding hands.
They look like they’re so happy, just inside this moment, watching the kids and the lights on their old fibro house.
Lua kisses her.
Just softly on the lips.
And she kisses back.
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
Mots clés beautiful-writing
And please," Ilsa Hermann advised her, "don't punish yourself, like you said you would. Don't be like me, Liesel.
Markus ZusakShe leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend Rudy Steiner soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist's suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers. Her hands were trembling, her lips were fleshy, and she leaned in once more, this time losing control and misjudging it. Their teeth collided on the demolished world of Himmel Street.
She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.
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