The Book Thief and a Jewish Fist Fighter

by Iggy Day

*My take on how "The Book Thief" should have ended* It's been years since Death last saw Liesel. He decides to catch up with her, simply to observe. He came at a good time because a strange man with hair like feathers walked into the bookstore Liesel now works at, and is in desperate need of a word shaker.

7. Chapter 7

Sorry, this is a short update. I currently do not have time to write a chapter for The Book Thief and a Jewish Fist Fighter. I am busy working on my own, original novels. This is obviously more important to me. Rest assured, I am not giving up on this story. In fact, this chapter is the turning point. This is the final boring chapter that will lead us into the exciting events that are about to occur. I have everything that I want to write mapped out. I just have to write it.

Liesel knew she was being irrational. All this time, she swore up and down that she would be grateful if she found Max. She so desperately wanted to find him. Now all of that seemed like just an empty dream.

*A SIDENOTE*

Reality is a cruel joke where no one knows the punch line.

Alex Steiner told Liesel that she needed to talk to Max in order to overcome the nightmares, he encouraged her to seek out Max. It took some convincing until Liesel finally agreed to take action. Until she hit a brick wall. Where would she look first?

She knew nothing of this Max Vandenberg. She didn't know what he liked to eat, what kind of hobbies he partook in, or most importantly, where he lived. This made Liesel sink into a deeper hole. The nightmares got worse. The only face she saw was Max. The only name she called out for was Max. Max.

Max felt the same way, too. He enjoyed writing letters to Liesel. Of course he never sent them for even he didn't know where Liesel lived. But they were for her nonetheless. He told her about the food he liked to eat and the hobbies he partook in. He told her about Dachau and how he survived. He shared memories with her such as the snowman and the books she read to him.

Once a week he liked to go to the café next to the bookstore Liesel worked at. He enjoyed watching her. Max was too afraid to go near her. He didn't want to upset her like last time. He knew what he was doing was stalking, but he couldn't stop. However hard he tried, he couldn't keep away. There was something about Liesel.

Long gone were her childlike features. She was a woman now. A beautiful woman. That much was undeniable. Max knew she was about twenty or twenty-one. Max was well into his thirties. He knew it was wrong to think of Liesel-young, little Liesel-in such a way. He was a decade older than her. Something inside of Max turned.

*Such as life*

The attraction was undeniable.