“Jesse Owens?” Mr. Steiner was the type of man who was very wooden. His voice was angular and true. His body was tall and heavy, like oak. His hair was like splinters. “What about him?” — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“This time, Mr. Steiner placed his hand on Rudy’s head and explained, “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… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
