excerpt from "The Book Thief"

page 259

"You told me all about your goal" he said, "but I don't know what sort of day it is up there. I don't know if you scored it in the sun, or if the clouds have covered everything"
His hand prodded at his short-cropped hair
and his swampy eyes pleaded the most simple of simple things.

"Could you go up and tell me how the weather looks?"

Naturally Liesel hurried up the stairs.
She stood a couple of meters from the spit stained door
and turned on the spot, observing the sky.

When she returned to the basement, she told him.

"They sky is blue today, Max,
and there is a big long cloud,
and it's stretched out like a rope.
At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole..."



Markus Zusak.