It's hard to not like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them. - Markus Zusak

She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen.

With wonder, she smiled.

That such a room existed!

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

A small but noteworthy note. I've seen so many young men over the years who think they're running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.