Tasha Dialectical Journal

Cendi's sharp eyes spotted the wayfarers despite their attempts to camouflage themselves, unfortunately they also spotted her and one of their number, a giant by the looks of it, stepped out into the open and pointed at her. A creature the likes of which Cendi had never seen before, bounded out of the trees and looked up at her, it was a mottled reddish color, with a round squat body, the head of the beast was wide and seemed to be mostly made up of an oversized mouth filled with triangle shaped teeth with serrated edges. Long, razor sharp claws adorned its front paws and most alarming of all was the four furry wings on its back, it leap into the air and flapped them furiously as it headed toward her.

A teenage, fair-skinned boy with long red hair awakens but is blindfolded. He is in a silver-colored coffin. He is wearing nothing but a red cloth around his lower body and his limbs are chained together.

What stood out to me in these chapters, when I read the first page which reads, “Abena, my mother was raped by…?” (Page 1). Her body was taken advantage of against her will and at the tender age of about 16. Even Abena’s friend Jennifer was taken advantage of as she was forced to marry a man that she didn’t want to. It seemed as though men were an evil that plagued the lives of women and young girls. Second example is, when talking to the spirits of Abena and Mama Yaya, they often said to her, “Why can’t women do without men?”(Page 15). Every time Tituba was with another man they slept with her. Even though it was voluntary and never against her will, it seemed like the respect level for women and their bodies was very low. The night that Tituba

swarming around cages filled with monsters, humans and other intelligent races such as elves, dwarves, demons, angels and such, were nobles wearing gaudy clothing.

Seaspray splashes onto his cheeks, glistening under the moonlight. Water pools around his ankles as waves ebb back and forth over the rough shore. It's early in the summer—the dreaded Japanese humidity is not yet at its peak—but the monsoon season has begun. So far, this year's summer rain, the everlasting tsuyu, is the same as it's always been.

ME) Paul now you have all of the necessary information to you along your journey. It will not be an overnight fix, However if you stay committed to steps we both agreed on you will be just fine.

“You’re breaking every decent human law, every decent human relationship, every decent thing that’s ever happened between your sex and mine” (114). This passage makes me really pity Miranda, and shifts my perspective of how she is truly feeling and all the actions that she has tried to escape have become justifiable. Throughout the story Clegg hypnotized me that what he was doing was right, mostly because he was telling it from his perspective, and I wasn’t in the perspective of Miranda constantly. With Clegg whenever Miranda was rude to him I didn’t feel any pity towards Miranda, which was very odd, how could my subconscious be put in the back of my mind the horrid thing he was doing to this helpless girl? Even when Miranda tried escaping

“Figures,” Tibby said and crossed her arms. “Always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Josie was cold in class, so she put on her soft yellow and blue madras shirt.

Moving swiftly through the trees, Cobyn followed a mental map he had of the surrounding area.  He and his family had traveled from the Marshlands before. It had been the place he had been born. The Unknown had driven them out though, leaving their city to burn. Cobyn's infant sister, Aleen. Aleen, had been lost that day, as had so many other Keddish people.  The moon shone down from above, like a silver sun lighting his path. Creatures moved, fast and flitting through the trees as Cobyn walked, keeping a quick pace. He could hear the crunching of the leaves under his bare feet, and occasionally the moonlight would catch the hilt of the sword making it shine. Cobyn hurried. The armies would not clash for many days, having

Emelie squealed sheepishly, and she quickly shoved her books into her bag and slammed her locker shut.

Passage: “It was the meanest moment of eternity. A minute before she was just a scared human being fighting for its life. Now she was her sacrificing self with Tea Cake's head in her lap. She had wanted him to live so much and he was dead. No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep. Janie held his head tightly to her breast and wept and thanked him wordlessly for giving her the chance for loving service. She had to hug him tight for soon he would be gone, and she had to tell him for the last time. Then the grief of outer darkness descended”(Hurston 184).

The novel opens with a narrative directive, presumably to the reader: Imagine a ruin so strange it must never have happened. First, picture the forest. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the trees. What is the effect of this directive on you as a reader? What does it suggest about the novel that’s about to unfold? As Orleanna continues her narration, who does the “you” that she is speaking to appear to be? To what great disasters does she allude? Why is she telling the story looking back (past) on Africa while the girls seem to tell it as if it’s happening (present) in Africa? “And now we are here” (Kingsolver 13).

1. Something that is ironic about Jack’s knowledge of German is that he, as a person who should be acknowledged of the language, can barely pronounce a word. As a Hitler expert, Jack, the narrator of the book, should at least be able to speak German quite fluently since he has been doing research of the language for a few years. It is also ironic because he even hires an individual who is fluent with the language to teach him even though, as a Hitler expert, he should be doing so.

I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.