All told, she owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those ten, six were stolen, one showed up at the kitchen table, two were made for her by a hidden Jew, and one was delivered by a soft, yellow-dressed afternoon. Markus Zusak
About This Quote

This quote is about how people are judged by their physical appearances. One person receives a gift of a book from someone they love, yet the gift still gets rejected because of its poor quality. Even though this gift was no good, it still made it into someone’s hands. People are judged by what they have rather than who they are. 

Source: The Book Thief

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