Liesel's Last Jump Analysis
Liesel’s Last Jump
Two years later the sky was a mix of grey and blue, undecided if it should feel sad or happy that Liesel Meminger ended her life. For so long she had felt alone and empty, what she didn’t know was that I was watching when I could catch a break from lifting the leftover souls. Liesel didn’t want to live like Ilsa Hermann. Liesel thought she could never be happy again.
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*** Here is what most humans don’t understand: ***
Everyone is different and broken hearts can be fixed, only if they try to fix them
She remembered the way Michael Holtzapfel died, she grabbed some rope, then climbed up the debris. Tears fell down her young face while she tied the rope to a mangled pipe. Liesel closed her eyes to dream …show more content…
The Jew
Liesel awoke soon after the doctors had “revived” her. Whispers about the girl who was doomed to die was alive surrounded the hospital. Liesel moved her head slightly to the right and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a skinny man, with dark hair. Liesel repeatedly, softly said his name, Max. Max whipped around and rushed to her side. A single tear found a path down his scratchy face. Max grabbed Liesel’s hand and told her that he would take care of her as long as he lived. Max pulled out a dusty book that he was hiding under his chair. He blew off the dust and laid it in Liesel’s lap.
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*** Some of the best news Liesel has had for a while: ***
“It can’t be it.” “It is, I found it outside of the debris. I figured I would steal the Book Thief book.”
I hadn’t seen Liesel’s eyes light up like this in a long time. The Jewish fist fighter had found her Journal that was presumed to be lost after that fateful night on Himmel Street.
The Face of a Real …show more content…
She would have recognized this face faster if it had been bloody and on the dirt ground. Liesel jumped into his arms, ecstatic to see someone from her past. “Hello Ludwig Schmeikl.” “Hello Liesel Meminger.” They walked inside and started reminiscing over their younger years with Rudy and fist fights. Liesel explained to Ludwig how much she missed soccer and how she yearned to play again. The two had grown to care very much for each
Two years later the sky was a mix of grey and blue, undecided if it should feel sad or happy that Liesel Meminger ended her life. For so long she had felt alone and empty, what she didn’t know was that I was watching when I could catch a break from lifting the leftover souls. Liesel didn’t want to live like Ilsa Hermann. Liesel thought she could never be happy again.
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*** Here is what most humans don’t understand: ***
Everyone is different and broken hearts can be fixed, only if they try to fix them
She remembered the way Michael Holtzapfel died, she grabbed some rope, then climbed up the debris. Tears fell down her young face while she tied the rope to a mangled pipe. Liesel closed her eyes to dream …show more content…
The Jew
Liesel awoke soon after the doctors had “revived” her. Whispers about the girl who was doomed to die was alive surrounded the hospital. Liesel moved her head slightly to the right and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a skinny man, with dark hair. Liesel repeatedly, softly said his name, Max. Max whipped around and rushed to her side. A single tear found a path down his scratchy face. Max grabbed Liesel’s hand and told her that he would take care of her as long as he lived. Max pulled out a dusty book that he was hiding under his chair. He blew off the dust and laid it in Liesel’s lap.
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*** Some of the best news Liesel has had for a while: ***
“It can’t be it.” “It is, I found it outside of the debris. I figured I would steal the Book Thief book.”
I hadn’t seen Liesel’s eyes light up like this in a long time. The Jewish fist fighter had found her Journal that was presumed to be lost after that fateful night on Himmel Street.
The Face of a Real …show more content…
She would have recognized this face faster if it had been bloody and on the dirt ground. Liesel jumped into his arms, ecstatic to see someone from her past. “Hello Ludwig Schmeikl.” “Hello Liesel Meminger.” They walked inside and started reminiscing over their younger years with Rudy and fist fights. Liesel explained to Ludwig how much she missed soccer and how she yearned to play again. The two had grown to care very much for each