In the break, she was taunted. A boy named Ludwig Schmeikl came up to her with a book. ‘Hey, Liesel,’ he asked her, ‘I’m having trouble with this word, could you read it for me?’ He laughed - a ten year old, smugness laughter. ‘You Dummkopf - you idiot.’ […] She stood up and took the book from him, and as he smiled over his shoulder at some other kids, she threw it away and kicked him as hard as she could in the vicinity of the groin. Well, as you might imagine, Ludwig Schmeikl certainly buckled, and on the way down, he was punched in the ear. When he landed, he was set upon. When he was set upon, he was slapped and clawed and obliterated by a girl who was utterly consumed with rage.