January 9th

Robin was right. I Am the Messenger is a wonderful book.

I had to read more by Markus Zusak.

I was crying my eyes out when I heard the phone ring.

“H-hi,” I managed to squeak out.

“Kat? Is that you? Are you crying?” I heard Robin say.

I nodded my head but then realized he couldn’t see me through the phone.

“Yes.”

“What happened? Are you okay?” He said, concerned.

“There was this girl, a Jewish boxer, thieves and some Germans,” I started.

I heard him laugh, “and then?”

“Liesel, the girl, she steals with her best friend Rudy. At school everyone makes fun of her because she can’t read so her father teaches her how to read in the middle of the night when she wakes up from nightmares. Then she starts stealing books, which eventually save her life!” I tell him, a rambling mess.

“Sounds like you had quite a day, still up for a trip to the bakery?”

“Yes, I need chocolate, see you soon,” I said, hanging up the phone and adding one more tissue to the massive pile that had developed beside me.