He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry. - Markus Zusak

Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear.

It’s a small story really, about, among other things:

* A girl
* Some words
* An accordionist
* Some fanatical Germans
* A Jewish fist fighter
* And quite a lot of thievery

One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.