Social Norms in Nazi Germany: “‘Because you shouldn’t want to be black people or Jewish people or anyone who is … not us.'”-Rudy’s father

“‘I know, son- but you’ve got beautiful blond hair and big, safe blue eyes. You should be happy with that, is that clear?’ But nothing was clear.”-Rudy’s father

“He had already cheated me in one world war but
would later be put into another (as a perverse
kind of reward), where he would somehow
manage to avoid me again.”

She didn’t see him watching as he played, having no idea that Hans Hubermann’s accordion was a story. In the times ahead, that story would arrive at 33 Himmel Street in the early hours of morning, wearing ruffled shoulders and a shivering jacket. It would carry a suitcase, a book, and two questions. A story . Story after story . Story within story .

““ ‘Hitler takes Poland,’ ” he answered, and Hans Hubermann slumped into a chair. “Deutschland über Alles,” he whispered, and his voice was not remotely patriotic. The face was there again—his accordion face.
That was one war started.
Liesel would soon be in another.”

““What’s she doing writing to her mother?” Mama was saying. Her voice was surprisingly calm and caring. As you can imagine, this worried the girl a great deal. She’d have preferred to hear them arguing. Whispering adults hardly inspired confidence. “She asked me,” Papa answered, “and I couldn’t say no. How could I?” “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” Again with the whisper. “She should just forget her. Who knows where she is? Who knows what they ’ve done to her?””

“She would never see her mother again”

Observation the the book is not written chronological

Speeches would be made

A fire would be lit

A book would be stolen