Swallow the Air:
1.) “She wore worry on her wrists as she tied the remaining piece of elastic to the base of the old ice cream container...Mum's sad emerald eyes bled through her black canvas and tortured willow hair”. 3 ASSONANCE, PERSONIFICATION, VIVID VISUAL IMAGERY
2.) “I run my fingertips over fingerprints, now over years, generations. They havent changed much, they still smell of friendship....Samuel was much like a cloud buster. Letting in the sun, some hope, the rainbow had been their friendship. 28 METAPHOR, PERSONIFICATION, FIRST PERSON NARRATIVE.
3.) “I do not cry, my eyes are hardened, like honeycomb, like toffee. Brittle crumbling sugar....we shake hands, a pact that I won't be here digging up his past when he gets back. And I'm not”. 182 FIRST PERSON NARRATIVE, SIMILE, METAPHOR, JUXTAPOSITION
4.) “When Billy and me lost our mother, we lost ourselves. We stopped swimming in the ocean, scared that we'd forget to breathe. Forget to come up for mouthfuls of air. We lost trust because we didn't want to touch something that was going to fall away. Like bubbles, too delicate, too fragile, too brief”. 195 SIMILE, REPETITION, EXTENDED METAPHOR.
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki & His Years of Pilgrimage:
1.) “He loved his four friends, loved the sense of belonging he felt when he was with them. Like a young tree absorbing nutrition from the soil, Tsukuru got the sustenance he needed as an adolescent from this group, storing what was left as an emergency heat source inside him. Still he had a constant, nagging fear that someday he would fall away from this intimate community...Anxiety raised its head, like a jagged, ominous rock exposed by the receding tide”. 12 SIMILE, METAPHOR, VIVID VISUAL IMAGERY
2.) “A sudden thought struck him – maybe I really did die. When the four of them rejected me, perhaps the young man named Tsukuru Tazaki really did pass away. Only his exterior remained...The feeling of the wind, the sound of rushing water, the sense of sunlight breaking through the clouds...everything around him felt changed...He was merely a container...who was labelled with the same name – but the contents had been replaced”. 36-37 VIVID VISUAL DESCRIPTION, METAPHOR, CHANGE OF NARRATIVE.
3.) “As he gazed at the four names on the screen, and considered the memories those names brought back, he felt the past silently mingling with the present, as a time that should have been long gone hovered in the air around him. Like odorless, colorless smoke leaking into the room through a small crack in the door”. 89 SIMILE, SENSORY DESCRIPTION, FIGURATIVE LANGUAGE
4.) “The incident had changed me forever...It felt like I was on the deck of a ship at night and was suddenly hurled into the ocean, all alone....I don't know if someone had pushed me off, or whether I fell overboard on my own. Either way, the ship sails on and I'm in the dark freezing water, watching the lights on deck fade into the distance....Maybe that's why I haven't been able to form a deep...