Chapter Three~ A Book
Thoughts After Reading~ The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
I could hear the bombs. I could hear the planes. Everything seemed louder than normal. A whisper was a scream, that seems to be the down side of a basement.
Every time a bomb dropped I would flinch. Five, I thought as I flinched for the fifth time. How many more damn bombs.
This was the third air raid, if there is a fourth I will consider being blown up over sitting in this basement. Imagine sitting in a room either with strangers or people you didn't like. Now imagine that room being ten by ten feet. Now imagine being unbearably hot and touching everyone's shoulders.
Before the air raids started I and everyone else thought about what we would take in our little knapsacks and suitcases.
But when they actually happen all you can think about is saving your own ass. It never crosses your mind to grab the Mementos and pictures.
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A Tale of Letting Go
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