In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
"Until a morning in mid-November of 1959, few Americans - in fact, few Kansans - had ever hold of Holcomb. Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on highways, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there."
This quote is inspiring because of the way it tells how not many people knew Holcomb. It inspires me to not give too much in a story but to try to give a bit for the reader to understand the setting.
Black Duck by Janet Taylor Lisle
"It's odd how a shocking sight can shake your mind so you don't at first register as a whole, just the small, almost comical details. Like the hand complete with fancy gold wristwatch, wedding band and neatly clipped fingernails we saw bobbling on the water's surface as we came towards the pool. Above it swathed in a shawl of brown seaweed, rubbery-looking shoulder peak out, white as a girl's. Above that, a bloated face the color of slate; two sightless eyes, open. And there in his neck, what was that? I saw a small dark-rimmed hole."
Even though i read this book in seventh grade i always go back to it to get ideas on how to make my writing better. It inspires me to use more figurative language in my writing and in my stories.
"Until a morning in mid-November of 1959, few Americans - in fact, few Kansans - had ever hold of Holcomb. Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on highways, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there."
This quote is inspiring because of the way it tells how not many people knew Holcomb. It inspires me to not give too much in a story but to try to give a bit for the reader to understand the setting.
Black Duck by Janet Taylor Lisle
"It's odd how a shocking sight can shake your mind so you don't at first register as a whole, just the small, almost comical details. Like the hand complete with fancy gold wristwatch, wedding band and neatly clipped fingernails we saw bobbling on the water's surface as we came towards the pool. Above it swathed in a shawl of brown seaweed, rubbery-looking shoulder peak out, white as a girl's. Above that, a bloated face the color of slate; two sightless eyes, open. And there in his neck, what was that? I saw a small dark-rimmed hole."
Even though i read this book in seventh grade i always go back to it to get ideas on how to make my writing better. It inspires me to use more figurative language in my writing and in my stories.
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