Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Figuritive Language in Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry

Metaphors: I gazed at the pond, glassy, gray and calm.(pg 94) A cold wind rose, biting through my jacket. (pg 95) ...only an inhuman guttural wheezing (pg 97)





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