I just have an aching in the pit of my stomach for these books.
Got to love Penguin.
"Words are in my not-so-humble opinion our most inexhaustible source of magic."
Books have a way of making you homesick for a place you have never been.
"Hair the color of lemons," Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. "You told him about me?"
[…] 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.