The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

أحياناً تقوم بقراءة كتاب من روعته تريد اصطحابه معك لعدة شهور بعد الانتهاء منه حتى لا يبتعد عنك

How does it feel, anyway?"
How does what feel?"
When you take one of those books?"
At that moment, she chose to keep still. If he wants an answer, he'd have to come back, and he did. "Well?" he asked, but again, it was the boy who replied, before Liesel could even open her mouth.
It feels good, doesn't it? To steal something back.

My arms are killing me.
I didn't know words could be so heavy.

As always, one of her books was next to her.

So many teenage books say, 'This is in your voice, this is about you,' and that's great. We really need that. But we also need books that say, 'This is also for you, but you need to come up here, to step up to this.