![]() She’d stopped combing her hair so that it twisted about her face, chaotic as smoke, and her eyes were so sunken they looked bruised. She emerged from her bedroom only at night and always in her nightgown, a sheath of flowered flannel with a disturbingly childlike bow at the neck. The sun was down but the horizon still a scarlet slash.He had brown hair and the shadows of freckles dusted like snow over his cheekbones, an old scar curving across the bridge of his nose and ending way too close to his eye.Every exchange contained a lesson, like the pit in a cherry. My father was himself a college professor and a pedant to the bone. ![]() In addition to a captivating plot (about family dysfunction and animal rights) and utterly engaging characters, the book also offers a panoply of fine figurative language.įowler, pictured above, seems to specialize in similes, as you can see below. I write today about a series of similes from Karen Joy Fowler…ĭescribed by a Guardian review as “a provocative take on family love,” the book We are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler, is one of the best novels I’ve read in the last 12 months. I like to share interesting pieces of figurative language I encounter in my reading. ![]()
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