
"For now, Rudy and Liesel made their way onto Himmel Street in the rain.
He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world.
She was the book thief without the words.
Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain."
(p. 80)
In The Book Thief, as I continue to read it, the story of Liesel Meminger becomes more and more fascinating. She is the book thief - but she cannot read (as of yet). Her education was never present enough when her brother was still alive (and her family together) that when she started living with her foster parents, she was put in a much lower grade than she should have been.
She calls it the 'midget' class.
After several months of the midget class, she was put into her proper grade level (after a tantrum) - but her skills don't match up.
She still can't read.
She is learning - somewhat in class but mainly in her home. Her 'father' Hans Hubermann teaches her
during the night, in-between her nightmares and his accordion solos.
Gah.
The book overall has so much going on that it's hard to explain the feeling of a book narrated by Death. The beginning just started to have a wow-this-is-going-very-slow feel, but I turned the page and that was the end of part one.
Sorry if this doesn't make sense, words seem to fail me today.
Michelle