Simlies+and+Metaphors

__Page 15__ - “He scanned the weedy lawn, dotted with exhausted clumps of Marie’s wildflowers and the first fallen leave, and saw blowdown everywhere, **spindly parts of branches scattered like bodies on a battlefield**.”

__Page 41__ - “The devastating sweetness of it, **like warm milk poured from a pan**, overtakes me, and the day seems to haze over as a low, protecting cloud.”

__Page 44__ - “A sound comes from their midst, a shout of uncertainty mixed with outrage, then the sound takes the shape of a question and **the small, edgy pack shifts towards us with the precision of birds changing direction** and **my daughter is making a sound like a surprised squirrel**.”

__Page 49__ - “Everything takes on a pleasant fuzz, **like the skin on a peach**.”

__Page 63__ - The driver skulked behind the wheel, **blurry as an inkblot**.”

__Page 64__ - “He looks near starving, **his upper arms shaped like bedposts**, thin and tapering and hard.”

__Page 69__ - “Under the darkening sky, **the mill looked like a ruined picnic**, a sorry brick blanket at the deep center of the valley.”

__Page 71__ - “Roy and Bing tend to dress like schoolteachers when they’re not working, cotton shirts and chinos, and Roy usually looks kind of hapless, **big hands fluttering like a couple of schoolbooks**.”

__Page 74__ - “**He backed away like a stunned bird**, a drip of blood at his lip, Like I was some kind of something he didn’t recognize.”

__Page 77__ - “Sweaty-faced, eyes bulging, **neck cords standing out like tree roots**, we looked like lunatics out there, a mob of dangerous rabble-rousers who hated blacks and Southerners and were bent on bringing down America the Beautiful just to buy a new snowmobile.”

__Page 79__ - “**This strange gray clam had fallen over the town like the eye of a hurricane**, and we were hoping the mediators could figure something out before we all got tempted to cross.”

__Page 92__ - “The party unfolded in excruciating flats of time, **like acts in a bad play**.”

__Page 98__ - “She’d seen Danny on television the night before, caught on the slushy picket line **with his face scrunched up like a tin can**, wielding a crowbar and spitting onto the greasy window of a pickup during shift change.”

__Page 98__ - “**Think as thieves**, she used to think of them, **thick as thieves**, the flypaper family.”

__Page 107__ - “The nightly gauntlet---the banging and shouting, the flashing lights, **the signs being raised and lowered like pistons**---was too distant to hear, though she strained to hear it, that desperate desire to take back, reclaim, salvage, repossess.”

__Page 108__ - “She sensed the dull, pleasant town of her childhood as a recognizable entry somewhere just beyond reach, **as still and poignant as a dead animal**, beautiful and beyond revival.”

__Page 113__ - “His sports coat felt tight across the back and sadly wrinkled, **like a costume for an actor playing the overwrought salesman**.”

__Page 140__ - “He smiled up at the waitress, a fading middle-aged redhead **whose uniform fit her like a sausage casing**.”