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Publishing so everyone can drool over this like I did.
Hallo book lovers, literature geeks and story freaks!
It’s almost time for New Year Resolutions and like last year my favourite resolution is to read tons of books. But not like this year, I would love to share the magic of literature with some awesome people in 2013. And where else than tumblr can you find the most awesome people strolling the street of this little world.
And for this I made a tumblr where all book lovers, literature geeks and story freaks can be a Member of. All you have to do is message me about your love of literature. And you can join. Every month we will read, debate and share a book that has been voted as book of the moth.
So go and take a look!
And don’t forget to message, follow and vote!
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 rain.
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via libraryland)
Hair the color of lemons,’” Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. “You told him about me?”
At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It’s likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn’t matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
Years ago, when they’d raced on a muddy field, Rudy was a hastily assembled set of bones, with a jagged, rocky smile. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears. He was a triple Hitler Youth athletics champion. He was her best friend. And he was a month from his death.
Of course I told him about you,” Liesel said.
The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak (via thegirlinthechemistrylab)
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Leisel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. He tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, she touched his mouth with her fingers…She did not say goodbye. She was incapable, and after a few more minutes at his side, she was able to tear herself from the ground. It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on…
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via in-finitus)
Marv’s smile and the giant glass tears on his face are two of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
I am the Messenger, Markus Zusak (via manshowerdan)
He stood a few meters from the step and spoke with great conviction, great joy.
“Alles ist Scheisse,” he announced.
All is shit.
Markus Zusak The Book Thief
Rudy Steiner I am still not over you.