¨I don't think you are going to win this time" says Rosie trying to signify with her hands on her hips all salty, completely forgetting that I have whupped her behind many time before. Pg.394
simile or metaphore
Raymond was running in his very own style, and it was the first time I ever saw that and I almost stop to watch my brother Raymond on his first run. Pg.399
I am weightless again, flying past the other runners, my arms pumping up and down and the whole world is quiet except for the track. I glance to my left and there is no one. to the right, a blurred Gretchen, who´s got her chin jutting out as if it would win the race all by itself.
He might as well be giving a recipe for angel food cake. pg. 398
Sometimes I slip and say my little brother Raymond But any fool can see he is much bigger. pg.391
THe man on the loudspeaker is clear as a bell. pg. 399