It was a very special book, just about the most treasured thing Liesel has ever owned. She knows it's not made of much, just painted over pages cracking under the weight of the acrylic, but it was the best present anybody ever gave her.
She hadn't known that things could show up from home, but she considers it for a moment. If she ever wakes up to find The Word Shaker amongst her things, it will be her favourite day in Darrow yet, but she knows it will also make her a little sad. Her book could show up, maybe, but she's not so sure about Max himself. The last time she saw him, he was so thin and scared, and Liesel has no way of knowing what happened to him.
"It was special," she says, nodding. "He painted the words over the only book he ever had." She remembers asking him if it was a good book, the way he'd smiled, a little strained, and told her it saved his life. She knows a little more about it now, knows that the book held words of hate before Max covered them in white paint, but she can't help but be grateful that at least it brought him to Himmel Street.
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She hadn't known that things could show up from home, but she considers it for a moment. If she ever wakes up to find The Word Shaker amongst her things, it will be her favourite day in Darrow yet, but she knows it will also make her a little sad. Her book could show up, maybe, but she's not so sure about Max himself. The last time she saw him, he was so thin and scared, and Liesel has no way of knowing what happened to him.
"It was special," she says, nodding. "He painted the words over the only book he ever had." She remembers asking him if it was a good book, the way he'd smiled, a little strained, and told her it saved his life. She knows a little more about it now, knows that the book held words of hate before Max covered them in white paint, but she can't help but be grateful that at least it brought him to Himmel Street.