He lay in bed with one of his sisters. She must have kicked him or muscled her way into the majority of the bed because he was on the very edge with his arm around her. The boy slept. His candlelit hair ignited the bed, and I picked him both and Bettina up with their souls still in the blanket. If nothing else, they died fast and they were warm. The boy from the plane, I thought. The one with the teddy bear. Where was Rudy's comfort? Where was someone to alleviate this robbery of his life? Who was there to soothe him as life's rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?
( Markus Zusak )
[ The Book Thief ]
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