Liesel hadn't known how to read at six. She wishes she did, because then she could read even more books by now than what she already can. But Mama couldn't afford to send her to school, not even before Papa was taken away. That was a long time ago now, and even though Liesel misses her first set of parents all the time, she is grateful for what her other Papa did for her. Hans wasn't a very good reader himself but he'd taught her, working together through the night until she could sound out the words herself.
Liesel glances at the ceiling, thinking of the young boy up there asleep. He's lucky to have a Papa like Luke, she thinks, lucky to live above a bookstore. She looks back at him when he keeps talking, not missing the way he's clearly referring to her. Liesel ducks her head, suitably chastised but not enough to apologise.
"He's very lucky," she says. "There was no bookstore on Himmel Street." She couldn't have afforded to buy any anyway, but it would have been nice to be able to go and sit around them. She'd missed being able to do that in Frau Hermann's library, after she yelled at her.
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Date: 2017-03-24 07:04 am (UTC)Liesel glances at the ceiling, thinking of the young boy up there asleep. He's lucky to have a Papa like Luke, she thinks, lucky to live above a bookstore. She looks back at him when he keeps talking, not missing the way he's clearly referring to her. Liesel ducks her head, suitably chastised but not enough to apologise.
"He's very lucky," she says. "There was no bookstore on Himmel Street." She couldn't have afforded to buy any anyway, but it would have been nice to be able to go and sit around them. She'd missed being able to do that in Frau Hermann's library, after she yelled at her.