From: "Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet" by Jamie Ford
"A modest three bedroom home with a basement--still unfinished after all these years" (pg. 8).
"He had seen the fires in Nihonmachi and people burning their possessions--ashen reminders of who they had been, who they still were" (pg. 90).
"Within a week, the evacuation of Bainbridge Island was already old news--within a month it was almost forgotten, on the surface anyway--everyone was doing their best to go about business as usual" (pg. 119).
"His father would probably be more concerned if he knew the purpose of the call--to meet Keiko's family" (pg. 119).
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Sunday, July 29, 2012
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
Here are some of my favorite examples of model writing from The Book Thief:
"It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their skins. Trees wore blankets of ice" (pg. 6).
"The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness" (pg. 12).
"Sitting in the water, she imagined the smell of it, mapped out on her papa's clothes. More then anything, it was the smell of friendship, and she could find it on herself, too" (pg. 72).
"She was the book thief without the words.
"Trust me though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and wring them out like the rain" (pg. 80).
"It felt as though the whole globe was dressed in snow. Like it had pulled it on, the way you pull on a sweater. Next to the train line, footprints were sunken to their skins. Trees wore blankets of ice" (pg. 6).
"The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places it was burned. There were black crumbs, and pepper, streaked across the redness" (pg. 12).
"Sitting in the water, she imagined the smell of it, mapped out on her papa's clothes. More then anything, it was the smell of friendship, and she could find it on herself, too" (pg. 72).
"She was the book thief without the words.
"Trust me though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and wring them out like the rain" (pg. 80).
The Last Child by John Hart
Following are some of my favorite examples of model writing from The Last Child:
"Asphalt cut the country like a scar, a long hot burn of razor black" (pg.1).
"Heat had not yet twisted the air, but the driver knew it was coming, the scorching glare, the shimmer at the at the far place where blue hammered down" (pg.1).
"She looked through the window and her lenses flashed, then went dark as the road sliced into a stand of pine with shadows that pooled green beneath the limbs" (pg. 2).
"Forty minutes later, the bus rocked to a stop at a one-room gas station depot lost in the great swath of pine and scrub and hot, sandy earth" (pg. 3).
"A cool finger touched Hunt between the shoulder blades. The hospital pressed down" (pg. 413).
"Asphalt cut the country like a scar, a long hot burn of razor black" (pg.1).
"Heat had not yet twisted the air, but the driver knew it was coming, the scorching glare, the shimmer at the at the far place where blue hammered down" (pg.1).
"She looked through the window and her lenses flashed, then went dark as the road sliced into a stand of pine with shadows that pooled green beneath the limbs" (pg. 2).
"Forty minutes later, the bus rocked to a stop at a one-room gas station depot lost in the great swath of pine and scrub and hot, sandy earth" (pg. 3).
"A cool finger touched Hunt between the shoulder blades. The hospital pressed down" (pg. 413).
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