Monday, March 1, 2010

Blog #23

Imagery- "The brittle stems of flavors crunched under her shoes and the heat coming off the scorched earth stung her eyes." ~Uglies~

Personification- "... fingers of it shot up the hill." ~Uglies~
Simile- " At first there was a sound like a roaring wind in her dreams." ~Uglies~

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