I carried more souls than I care to think about that day in Molching. But there was one particular soul I would not carry away.
*** A Small Note***
It was not a soul.
Liesel woke in a pool of black. A single beam of sunlight hit her eyes through a crack in the mountain of debris that enclosed her.
“Hello?” she howled.
“Hello?” she exclaimed again, now beginning to pound on the rubble that surrounded her. I was the only one who heard her.
For minutes, the book thief worked at the fragments of wood and concrete that surrounded her. When she finally broke free, the sight of dead bodies and broken buildings massacred her eyes. Smoke created a burning sensation in her nose and throat. The sound of screaming men and children pounded in her …show more content…
***The Book Thief’s First Discovery***
The bodies of Rosa and Hans Hubermann lying lifelessly on mountains of detritus.
Liesel slowly approached the bodies, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. “Mama? Papa?” she whispered, although she knew. They were dead. The book thief grabbed Mama’s withered hand and gently stroked the face of Papa. “Thank you,” she sobbed and started explaining her visits to 8 Grande Strasse. Tears formed around her eyes and streaked down her cheeks, falling onto Hans Hubermann’s scruffy …show more content…
She slid her foot across the uneven stone road where she had once played soccer with the neighborhood kids. Running around the tracks of the playing field, she imagined the lemon haired boy sprinting alongside her, Jesse Owens. She passed the corner where Rudy and she had once stolen the goods from poor Otto Strum. She ran her fingers along the fence of the apple farm where they would rely to end a day with full stomachs. A slow current streamed down Amper River, and Leisel dipped her fingers in the water. When she finally reached the mayor’s house she checked to see if the window to the library was open. It was
*** A Small Note***
It was not a soul.
Liesel woke in a pool of black. A single beam of sunlight hit her eyes through a crack in the mountain of debris that enclosed her.
“Hello?” she howled.
“Hello?” she exclaimed again, now beginning to pound on the rubble that surrounded her. I was the only one who heard her.
For minutes, the book thief worked at the fragments of wood and concrete that surrounded her. When she finally broke free, the sight of dead bodies and broken buildings massacred her eyes. Smoke created a burning sensation in her nose and throat. The sound of screaming men and children pounded in her …show more content…
***The Book Thief’s First Discovery***
The bodies of Rosa and Hans Hubermann lying lifelessly on mountains of detritus.
Liesel slowly approached the bodies, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. “Mama? Papa?” she whispered, although she knew. They were dead. The book thief grabbed Mama’s withered hand and gently stroked the face of Papa. “Thank you,” she sobbed and started explaining her visits to 8 Grande Strasse. Tears formed around her eyes and streaked down her cheeks, falling onto Hans Hubermann’s scruffy …show more content…
She slid her foot across the uneven stone road where she had once played soccer with the neighborhood kids. Running around the tracks of the playing field, she imagined the lemon haired boy sprinting alongside her, Jesse Owens. She passed the corner where Rudy and she had once stolen the goods from poor Otto Strum. She ran her fingers along the fence of the apple farm where they would rely to end a day with full stomachs. A slow current streamed down Amper River, and Leisel dipped her fingers in the water. When she finally reached the mayor’s house she checked to see if the window to the library was open. It was