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cigarettes—
     
    a town walker—some dead letters—hitler’s birthday—
     
    100 percent pure german sweat—the gates of thievery—
     
    and a book of fire
     

     

     

     
    A GIRL MADE OF DARKNESS
    SOME
STATISTICAL INFORMATION
     
    First stolen book: January 13, 1939
     
    Second stolen book: April 20, 1940
     
    Duration between said stolen books: 463 days
    If you were
being flippant about it, you’d say that all it took was a little bit of fire,
really, and some human shouting to go with it. You’d say that was all Liesel
Meminger needed to apprehend her second stolen book, even if it smoked in her
hands. Even if it lit her ribs.
    The problem,
however, is this:
    This is no time
to be flippant.
    It’s no time to
be half watching, turning around, or checking the stove—because when the book
thief stole her second book, not only were there many factors involved in her
hunger to do so, but the act of stealing it triggered the crux of what was to
come. It would provide her with a venue for continued book thievery. It would
inspire Hans Hubermann to come up with a plan to help the Jewish fist fighter.
And it would show
me,
once again, that one opportunity leads directly to
another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more
death.
    In a way, it was
destiny.
    You see, people
may tell you that Nazi Germany was built on anti-Semitism, a somewhat
overzealous leader, and a nation of hate-fed bigots, but it would all have come
to nothing had the Germans not loved one particular activity:
    To burn.
    The Germans
loved to burn things. Shops, synagogues, Reichstags, houses, personal items,
slain people, and of course, books. They enjoyed a good book-burning, all
right—which gave people who were partial to books the opportunity to get their
hands on certain publications that they otherwise wouldn’t have. One person who
was
that way inclined, as we know, was a thin-boned girl named Liesel
Meminger. She may have waited 463 days, but it was worth it. At the end of an
afternoon that had contained much excitement, much beautiful evil, one
blood-soaked ankle, and a slap from a trusted hand, Liesel Meminger attained
her second success story.
The Shoulder Shrug.
It was a blue book with
red writing engraved on the cover, and there was a small picture of a cuckoo
bird under the title, also red. When she looked back, Liesel was not ashamed to
have stolen it. On the contrary, it was pride that more resembled that small
pool of felt
something
in her stomach. And it was anger and dark hatred
that had fueled her desire to steal it. In fact, on April 20—the
Führer
’s
birthday—when she snatched that book from beneath a steaming heap of ashes,
Liesel was a girl made of darkness.
    The question, of
course, should be why?
    What was there
to be angry about?
    What had
happened in the past four or five months to culminate in such a feeling?
    In short, the
answer traveled from Himmel Street, to the
Führer,
to the unfindable
location of her real mother, and back again.
    Like most
misery, it started with apparent happiness.

     
     
    THE JOY OF CIGARETTES
    Toward the end
of 1939, Liesel had settled into life in Molching pretty well. She still had
nightmares about her brother and missed her mother, but there were comforts
now, too.
    She loved her
papa, Hans Hubermann, and even her foster mother, despite the abusages and
verbal assaults. She loved and hated her best friend, Rudy Steiner, which was
perfectly normal. And she loved the fact that despite her failure in the
classroom, her reading and writing were definitely improving and would soon be
on the verge of something respectable. All of this resulted in at least some
form of contentment and would soon be built upon to approach the concept of
Being
Happy.
    THE
KEYS TO HAPPINESS
    1. Finishing
The Grave Digger’s Handbook.
    2. Escaping the ire of Sister Maria.
    3. Receiving two books for Christmas.
    December