***A SMALL TRIBUTE TO ARTHUR BERG, A STILL-LIVING MAN***
The Cologne sky was yellow and rotting,
flaking at the edges.
He sat propped against a wall with a child
in his arms. His sister.
When she stopped breathing, he stayed with her,
and I could sense he would hold her for hours.
There were two stolen apples in his pocket.
Pages 166-167 of The Book Thief
I don't know why this part hit me so hard, or why I was really kinda attached to Arthur even though he was more of a really minor character. But I really did like him and I was kinda sad when I read this so I ended up drawing this :3
So you guys can tell where I'm at in this book right now and I can hint that I might draw some more for this book because I really, really love it (AND RECOMMEND PEOPLE TO READ IT/WATCH IT [though I haven't seen the movie yet])
The Book Thief, Arthur Berg (c) Markus Zusak