So in this section, the third one, Liesel has a Jew move into her basement. Max. His father had been a good friend of Hans Hubermann. Since his father had saved Hans' life, Hans said that if Max's father's family ever needed help they could go to him. So Max arrives at Himmel St. on one dreary day/evening(?). And, well, the Hubermann's great him and allow him to "live" in their home. Liesel becomes connected to Max on a larger level than she will ever connect with anyone besides Rudi and Hans.
Now, I personally love the connection between the two of them. The Jewish man and the German girl. They are able to understand each other because they are both living in their own hell. Max, a Jewish man in a country who are killing Jews. He had his father die young. His mother is dead. As Death describes him it sound like he doesn't have much to live for. Liesel she's lost her brother and her mother all on the same day. One died, the other taken away, however now most likely dead. She doesn't know who she is. She wants to be loved but I think on some level the deaths caused her to be less able to recognize it. And happiness. For example there's this one moment, when it's winter and Liesel brings SNOW into the basement and together they create a snowman. Like how unreal and awesome is that. In fact, awesome is probably the only way to describe it.
Both have reoccurring nightmares. Both try to forget about the past and the possibility of it repeating itself. They support each other. Reading. Sitting. Sleeping. Doing regular things(as regular things as you can in that situation!). The grow to "love" each other and a "bond" is formed. When Max becomes sick you know Liesel is hurting deeply on the inside. You have to smile and her childlike hope that he'll become better and everything will be alright. Yet, we know better than that, don't we. No, yes, Max does become better. For now...
I think in a way they free each other. Allowing them to relax for the few minutes or even seconds they are together. I love the "rawness" of their relationship. How open they are with each other, even without having to say anything. I love it. There's is no way to describe how I think about it. It's neat. (You'd have to read the book.)
And then, something happens with Max...
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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