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May 26, 2015
2. Literature Comparative Study
3. SARAH DESSEN
Keeping the Moon
Someone Like You
5. "Deep reading is indistinguishable from deep thinking."
~ Maryanne Wolf
6. 7. Success
10. She is sitting on the beach, alone. Her legs are curled under her, and her hands are feeling the pebbles at her side. They are smooth, like ducks' eggs. They fit snugly into her palm. The kind of pebble David used to kill Goliath, she thinks. She looks out over the sea. It is pewter, it is lead. The waves are bloated and sullen. They clutch at the shore and rasp as they retreat, surly as a kicked cur. The wet shore shines with the slug trail residue of the waves. The cliffs, honey and butter in sunshine, are the grey of gravestones and loneliness. She turns the pebbles over and over, rhythmically, rocking. The wind has turned her long hair into whips which lash her cheeks red and raw. She does not tuck it behind her ears. She does not look at the bag that squats beside her. She thinks back, to the time before. She can't help it. Then, the sun was shining and the beach was innocent. She starts to dig. At first, she is careful. She lifts the pebbles out, one by one, and piles them to one side. They form a cairn. As she gets down below the first layer, the stones are smaller, spikier, wetter, with more sand in the mixture. She scrabbles at
11. 12. 13. She wasnt sure what help he could offer anyway, he was no electrician. She looked across the distance toward his house.
A small oil-burning lamp sat at the bottom of her kitchen cupboard and she lit it with the last match in the box.
Her nearest neighbor lived over a kilometer away and she did not feel like making the trek over rocky paddocks in this blackness.
It struck her as odd that her cat, Fanny, had not yet come to greet her, and she walked through the house calling her pet.
The wheat in the paddock seemed to sing in the gusty wind. It was the only sign of life for a very long way.
Perhaps that was Phil out there with a torch, she wondered. Perhaps one of my animals has taken ill.
Tears flooded as the pain of loss hit her like a punch to the stomach. Her head reeled with the tragedy of the situation.
She shrugged and went back inside. With the dimming flashlight in her hand she went in search of candles and a lighter. Silently she cursed herself for giving up smoking.
The cat was cold and solid. Samanthas hand flinched away as a shudder of fear passed through her. She cried out with a wet sob.
The temperature seemed to have dropped now that she stood on open ground.
But when she reached out to touch the ponys neck she knew that it wasnt possible. Nor was it possible for the goat nearby, whose body was stiffened and beginning to bloat, to ever stand again.
Samantha could hear the telltale clinking of empty Cruiser bottles rolling around on the cars floor. The girls were singing, loud and off key. while she got her bag from the boot. When the tooting vehicle departed .
14. 15. Resources
16. 17. Websites
19. 20. 21. 22. Light Comparisons
23. 24. First Person
25. High School
26. 27. Analytical Comparisons
28. Realization / Internal Struggle to Overcome
I sat on my bed and looked at that picture for a long, long time. I hated the girl I saw there, and she didnt even care, didnt know, just staring out, oblivious. She spent her whole life wanting to be someone else, something else, and it had gotten her nowhere. I wanted to shake her, wake her up. But it was too late now(227).
30. Keeping the Moon
Even though Id been teased all my life, Id always taken a small, strange comfort in my folds of fat The weight was like a force field, shielding me Now, almost fifty pounds lighter, I had nothing left to hide behind I could build muscle, but not confidence (5).
31. Someone Like You
When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a coloring book, with the inside not yet completed. All the standard features were there. But the colors, the zigzags and plaids, the bits and pieces that made up me, Halley, werent yet in place (23).
32. Boy Problems
But no matter how quickly I left classhe always managed to get there firstSometimes, it was just a little rough: a blocking bruise. Other times, a hard foul. And if things were really badfull contact (168).
34. Keeping the Moon
I heard the kitchen door slam shut. Norman was gone Norman, who was now sitting in the front seat of his car, fiddling with the glove box. He slammed it shut; it dropped open. Again. And again (173).
35. Someone Like You
Are you going to Rhettas?
I dont know, HalleyDont start this again okay?
Why dont you ever take me there? Or any of the places you go? I mean, what do you guys do? (213)
36. Male Adversaries are Eccentric and Intelligent in Their Line of Work
Rogersons depth of knowledge continually surprised me. It seemed like there was literally nothing he didnt know (113).
Rogerson operated a brisk business selling pot and other various illegals He was a perfectionist, whether it came to measuring a perfect quarter-ounce or knowing the complete French conditional tense (110).
38. Keeping the Moon
Ive been working on this series of paintings for my portfolio It got me into art school (92).
Hey Picasso! (187)
39. Someone Like You
He could copy any signature perfectly on the first try. It was a gift I kept waiting for him to get caught. But it never happened (62).
40. Sensitive to Others Feelings
I knew I was barely going to make it to meet Rogerson on time as it was. Rina hadnt seen me but as I watched her punch in the cigarettelighter with a jab of her hand, then wipe her eyes, I just couldnt go home (134).
Id look out in the stands and see my mother beaming up at me and I knew if I quit, it would break her heart (42).
42. Keeping the Moon
I felt a fury rise in me toward Bea Williamson and every nasty thing shed said about Mira in my earshot. It built like a flush, crawling up my neck to make my scalp tingle, so different from my own shame yet feeling the same (168).
43. Someone Like You
I need to come home. Scarlett called to tell me. She needs me (9).
I reached over and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her feeling her shoulders shake under my hands (21).
44. Significance of Building Close Relationships
46. Keeping the Moon
47. Someone Like You
48. Importance of the Mother
Id just put my head on hershoulder, leaning against my mother, who would hold me like she did when I was a small child, rocking me back and forth. It had been so long since someone had touched me and I hadnt wanted to flinch (230).
My mother and I took longer walks , talking about everythingI began to see her more as a person, a woman, not just the queen of bake sales and lemon puffs. And when I was finally ready to take a picture of a face, it was hers I chose (243).
50. Keeping the Moon
And there was that sparkle in her eye. Bright enough to reach across an ocean and still get me. My mother believed Shed believed me all the way out of forty-five-and-a-half pounds. Shed believed us from living out of the car to having anything we wanted (98).
I sat with her arms around me, crying She just rocked me back and forth She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful (128).
51. Someone Like You
Halley, I dont think you understand how easy it is to make a mistake that will cost you forever. All it takes is one wrong choiceYou dont know what Macons involved in (170).
If you dont have the sense to stay away from that boy, I will keepyou away from him (244).
I lowered the camera to my waist, tilting it upward. Then I put my finger on the shutter, swallowed, and smiled at the girl in the mirror. She smiled back, her head cocked to the side, and I knew that she understood it all (248).
I burst through it into the air to finally breathe on my own (250).
54. Keeping the Moon
I felt different. As if something pulled taut for so long had eased back, everything that had been strained settling into place: those forty-five-and-a-half pounds finally gone for good (202).
When I danced, I thought only of that girl sitting on the back stoop of the Last Chance in her sunglasses and her lip ring. She wouldnt be afraid to dance, and neither was I (223).
55. Someone Like You
I deserved to grow, and to change, to become all the girls I could ever be over the course of my life, each one better than the last (243).
I didnt want anyone to start this journey with me I was only thinking of Grace Halley with each step I took (280).
57. 58. 59. Reality
60. 61. 62. 63. 64. Photos
sarahdessen.com/ (book covers)
www.wts.edu (book with highlighter)
equipacademy.blogspot.com/ (books & globe)
www.texpirg.org (girl reading textbooks)
www.flickr.com (college textbooks)
www.freewebs.com (Sarah Dessen)
www.amazon.com (Sarah Dessen)
www.ccc.commnet.edu (PowerPoint logo)
www.family.go.com (two teenage girls)
www.wpln.org (group of teenage girls)
www.owp.com (high school)
www.wystarrecovery.com (two teen girls)
www.dreamstine.com (teenage girl)
www.meganbostic.blogspot.com (crying girl)
www.asu.edu (domestic abuse)
www.pixdaus.com (girls hugging)
www.juniorvelo.com (happy mom)
www.rexam.com (girl in field)
www.homes.bio.psu.edu , www.technabob.com , www.clock-desktop.com , www.littleclockshop.com , www.circa50.com(clocks)
www.keephip.com (pregnant girl)
www.indyposted.com (self esteem)
www.saidaonline.com (crying girl)