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May, Marius
May. 2nd, 2017 09:30 pmLiesel loves the library at Green Gardens, and she loves Luke's bookstore possibly even more, but sometimes she misses her books from home. Most of the books she's read in Darrow so far are in English, and Liesel can understand why, but she does miss the way German words look on a page, the way it feels so much more natural to her to read. If she asked Magnus he could probably magic her some German books, but she feels a little guilty asking him. In truth she's lucky to have what she does, and she knows there are plenty of children with much less. If Mama were here she'd whack her with a spoon and tell her to be grateful for what she has.
She is grateful, and she's been reading her way through the library at a fast pace, sometimes finishing four of five books a week. Now that she's good at reading it's much easier than it was when she first learned with Papa, and in Darrow she has all the time in the world and all kinds of books at her fingertips. There's school, of course, which she's getting better at and she hasn't skipped so many classes anymore, but then the rest of the day is hers. Sometimes she practices baking with Greta in the afternoons, but more often than not she tucks herself away in a corner of the library to read.
There's also her secret project, which is coming along slowly in one of the blank writing books she bought from the store. Max had written her two books and she'd treasured both of them dearly. Leaving them behind in Molching still makes her sad to think about, but she's comforted by the memory of him and how much the books had meant to her. She wants to do something like that for Saoirse, write her a story that she can treasure too, and maybe cheer her up when she's feeling bad about her family not being here.
It's late afternoon and she's still in her school clothes, not having bothered to change when she got back to Green Gardens. Instead she'd gone straight to the library and tucked herself into her corner, her book on her lap and a pencil in her hand. She's concentrating so hard on the words, carefully marking them into the paper, that she doesn't notice when somebody else walks in.
She is grateful, and she's been reading her way through the library at a fast pace, sometimes finishing four of five books a week. Now that she's good at reading it's much easier than it was when she first learned with Papa, and in Darrow she has all the time in the world and all kinds of books at her fingertips. There's school, of course, which she's getting better at and she hasn't skipped so many classes anymore, but then the rest of the day is hers. Sometimes she practices baking with Greta in the afternoons, but more often than not she tucks herself away in a corner of the library to read.
There's also her secret project, which is coming along slowly in one of the blank writing books she bought from the store. Max had written her two books and she'd treasured both of them dearly. Leaving them behind in Molching still makes her sad to think about, but she's comforted by the memory of him and how much the books had meant to her. She wants to do something like that for Saoirse, write her a story that she can treasure too, and maybe cheer her up when she's feeling bad about her family not being here.
It's late afternoon and she's still in her school clothes, not having bothered to change when she got back to Green Gardens. Instead she'd gone straight to the library and tucked herself into her corner, her book on her lap and a pencil in her hand. She's concentrating so hard on the words, carefully marking them into the paper, that she doesn't notice when somebody else walks in.
