A moment

I don't have much time these days.

My mind is constantly full of assignments, readings, grades, lesson plans, group projects, and mild emotional breakdowns.

But here is an excerpt I came across from The Book Thief today.

It doesn't really make sense, especially if you don't know the characters, but for some reason this just hit me, and I wanted to let you guys know. How often do we have moments like this, when something strikes us so hard, that we can barely recover? How often do I let my exhaustion build up to the point that I can't even recognize these moments? I hope I can keep my mind clear enough to not miss a single one.



"Hair the color of lemons,'" Rudy read. His fingers touched the words. "You told him about me?"

At first, Liesel could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.

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."

-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief