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Figurative language from Home of the Brave
simile
"This cold is like claws on my skin" pg 3
her pleading eyes are like the river pg13
His arms stick out like lonely trees pg4
she tosses out a loud laugh like a ball pg 67
The floor shines like ice pg 67
a pillow can be as real and solid as a bowler on a tree pg 39
the pillow was like a mound of grass pg 43
my stomach feels like a soft blanket pg28
Its like a game with no rules pg 70
I feel like a bucket of sweat pg 47
idiom
"when the flying boat returns to Earth at last" pg3
I have my mother's light pg 47
i have my brother's eyes pg 47
her laugh is a sun pg 47
there was holes in the room pg 42
my old life haunts me pg 44
who killed all the trees pg 8
he was stumbling words all day pg 9
personifcation
the wind snuck in my coat pg14
We were a family and our laughter kept us warm pg24
he pushes a tiny stick on the wall and the room turns to night pg 23
The machines hum and talk pg 94
the dishwasher eat my dishes pg 98
Even the wonder of Crazy Glue cant turns my aunt's dishes into their old selves pg 107
The cattle are stampeding again pg 107
metaphors
pg 68 with skin the color of rich earth just like mine
with the sour breath ans slow growl of a starving animal pg 113
When my tray is heavy with the gifts of food. pg 77
we are in a middle of sea and cars pg 231
you are a fish in a warm pretending lake
He isn't tall like my father was and there is hair on his face the color of clouds before they rain
his laughter makes little clouds pg5
a cow is a God with a wet nose pg15
she's rounder than I remember with a moon a face to match her black eyes set deep pg 20
They called america heaven on Earth pg25
the trees were dead