Grace's Blog Post #4 - Page 172

     "At first there was a sound like a roaring wind in her dreams. 
     Then a tearing noise filled the air, the crackle of dry brush inflamed, and the smell of smoke swept over Tally, bringing her suddenly and completly awake.
     Billowing clouds of smoke surrounded her, blotting out the sky. A ragged wall of flame moved through the flowers, giving off a wave of blistering heat. She grabbed her knapsack and stumbled down the hill away from the fire.
     Tally had no idea which direction the river lay. Nothing was visible through the dense clouds. Her lungs fought for air in the foul brown smoke. 
     Then she spotted a few rays from the setting sun breaching the billows, and she oriented herself. The river was back toward the flame, on the other side of the hill. 
     Tally retraced her path to the top of the hill and peered down through the smoke. the fire was growing stronger. Fingers of it shot up the hill, leaping from one beautiful flower to another, leaving them scorched and black. Tally caught a glimmer of the river through the smoke, but the heat pushed her back."



      This section of the book has been my favorite so far, I loved the descrition of the adventure in Tally's journey. But the "fire-bug eyes" part was my favrorite out of the journey. He uses beautiful descriptions and figurative laguage in this part and in the next couple paragraphs when the "bug eyes" come into the story. I like how he personified the fire to have fingers, and how he intertwines her dream with the fire that was actually happening. And i really like the use of the word blotting, while talking about the smoke covering up the sky.