She takes the gift from him before he can suddenly change his mind, but she doesn't unwrap it immediately. She's listening, pleased at the thought that he thought of her at all. She doesn't know many people in Darrow very well yet, but the few she has gotten to know are incredibly nice. Much nicer than anyone was when she first arrived on Himmel Street, though she came to love most of them eventually, too.
He says it's no ordinary book, and with her curiosity piqued, Liesel can't wait anymore. She tears into the wrapping, not bothering to be neat about it, until she has the book in her hands. The book is heavy, wrapped in a beautiful leather that feels wonderful against her hands. She runs her fingers over the front and the back, eyes lighting up at the gold-tinted pages on the side. Best of all, the name on the cover is in German, and Liesel traces the words with her finger, mouthing them quietly to herself.
"Is it really for me?" she asks again, unable to believe that something so expensive-looking and important could be for her. She flicks through a few of the pages, eyes widening at the beautifully coloured illustrations. Some of the fairy tales she thinks she remembers, from when Mama used to croon them to her so many years ago. But that was before Molching, before the train, and she doesn't properly remember how the stories are meant to go. Now she'll get to read them all for herself, and in her own language, no less.
"Danke schön, Marius," she says quickly, glancing over at him. She doesn't know how to express what a wonderful gift it is, so she hopes he understands. "It's beautiful."
He looks towards her other book and Liesel glances at it, shaking her head. "Not reading," she explains. "Writing. I wanted to write a story book for one of the younger girls here." She doesn't know if Saoirse can read yet, but Liesel will read it aloud to her and give her the book to keep as something of her own, just like Max once did for her.
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Date: 2017-05-13 03:56 am (UTC)He says it's no ordinary book, and with her curiosity piqued, Liesel can't wait anymore. She tears into the wrapping, not bothering to be neat about it, until she has the book in her hands. The book is heavy, wrapped in a beautiful leather that feels wonderful against her hands. She runs her fingers over the front and the back, eyes lighting up at the gold-tinted pages on the side. Best of all, the name on the cover is in German, and Liesel traces the words with her finger, mouthing them quietly to herself.
"Is it really for me?" she asks again, unable to believe that something so expensive-looking and important could be for her. She flicks through a few of the pages, eyes widening at the beautifully coloured illustrations. Some of the fairy tales she thinks she remembers, from when Mama used to croon them to her so many years ago. But that was before Molching, before the train, and she doesn't properly remember how the stories are meant to go. Now she'll get to read them all for herself, and in her own language, no less.
"Danke schön, Marius," she says quickly, glancing over at him. She doesn't know how to express what a wonderful gift it is, so she hopes he understands. "It's beautiful."
He looks towards her other book and Liesel glances at it, shaking her head. "Not reading," she explains. "Writing. I wanted to write a story book for one of the younger girls here." She doesn't know if Saoirse can read yet, but Liesel will read it aloud to her and give her the book to keep as something of her own, just like Max once did for her.