Chapter 19
THERE WAS A GAPING HOLE in Britta’s chest where her heart should have been. That was the only way to describe the feelings she’d had since turning Milo away on Tuesday. True to his word, he’d given her space, and Britta was angry with herself for every errant thought that went after Milo. She couldn’t concentrate, didn’t want to eat … the only thing she could do was read.
She’d finished The Book Thief and turned it in to Marian that Wednesday morning. “This is an incredible book,” she said.
“Of course, or it wouldn’t be on my list.” Marian took the book and checked off Britta’s name, her pen made a scraping sound against the clipboard.
“Have you read all of the books on your list?” Britta wasn’t even sure how many books were on the list, but several of them were quite long a
