I Am The Messenger
28 Dec 2007 Comments Off
in Fragments, I Am The Messenger, personification, simile, stylistic
“As I cross the street, Marv is splayed in the front yard like a frozen starjump.
He gets kicked.
By words.
He gets shot.
By Henry Boyd’s pointing finger.”
I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak pg. 323
I Am The Messenger
28 Dec 2007 Comments Off
in Fragments, I Am The Messenger, stylistic
“Lua kisses her.
Just softly on the lips.
And she kisses back.
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.”
I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak pg. 224
The Blind Assassin
30 Aug 2007 Comments Off
in imagery, onomatopoeia, simile, stylistic, The Blind Assassin
“Not enough rain, say the farmers. The cicadas pierce the air with their searing one-note calls; dust eddies across the roads; from the weedy patches at the verges, grasshoppers whir. The leaves of the maple hang from their branches like limp gloves; on the sidewalk my shadow crackles.”
from The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood pg. 83
A Thousand Splendid Suns
22 Aug 2007 10 Comments
in A Thousand Splendid Suns, simile, stylistic
“It wasn’t so much the whistling itself, Laila thought later, but the seconds between the start of it and the impact. The brief and interminable time of feeling suspended. The not knowing. The waiting. Like a defendant about to hear the verdict.”
from A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini pg. 24
Chocolat
11 Aug 2007 Comments Off
in Chocolat, stylistic, travel
“…places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.”
from Chocolat by Joanne Harris pgs. 180-181
