Wednesday, March 3, 2010


I've been thinking all day about what I could possibly post to the blog tonight.


And then.

Reading, in the bathtub of course, something beautiful (from The Book Thief):

"She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain."

1 comment:

  1. That is one of my favorite books. It is such a great story!