Ginny Coming Back Analysis

Genuinely, I think this was the moment where Jeannette realized that her mom wasn’t trying very hard to take care of her and her siblings. Ginnie Sue literally got into prostitution so she could put food on the table for her kids. In my opinion, that showed me the great lengths she would go to take care of her family. Rose Mary, on the other hand, just stays home and paints all day. Now, of course, that isn’t a bad thing, but she wouldn’t even get a part-time job to make at least a little money. It made me kind of think that Rose Mary puts her wants before her children’s needs. Another thing I think Jeannette was getting at when she said this was not to judge lifestyles. She is saying how at least Ginnie Sue is doing what she needs to do to

"A dollhouse," Leo recited, after a winding autumn breeze. Her voice was flat and quiet, still trapped in the memory. "I loved it very much." Like usual, Benson pressed her for details, but the woman was as deep in her memories as she was willing to go. Any further was dangerous. In fact, apparently, this far was dangerous, and she wasn't even ankle deep.

The way she uses description in this essay and the flow of events is very similar to the way that memories rush in when one returns to a familiar place from one’s past. To someone that may not of experienced this phenomena the details described may seem to be disconnected and random.

"I'm fine baby, it was you I was worried about." With his arms on her shoulders, Richard peered into Lexi's eyes, and gritted his teeth at the tears that dripped down his cheeks. What happened to her whilst he'd been fucking around, waiting for darkness to come?" Now wasn't the time to ask, and although a rage, directed at Karl Williams, exacerbated by the memories of his own treatment at the hands of the many many years ago, consumed him, and led to the thought of , despited his questions and fears, of streaming through the closed door, and confronting him and Blair Huntington to demand their freedom. However, common-sense overrode emotions and with Lexi clutching on to his hand, he wiped a tear gently from her cheek, and followed her to the

RUN! GO NOW!” Ava screamed as she was pushing Mia. They both rushed up the stairs and swung open the door at the top as the big, heavy, door that creaked when you opened it. The door leaded to the outside of the big creepy house. It was like a dog chasing a cat. Ava lived right next door so all they had to do was hop the fence and they were safe. Ava pulled herself up and leaped over the fence so fast like she had done that a million times before. and was perfectly safe but Mia was stuck. “Come on Mia! They are right behind you!” Ava shouted as she was peeking through the fence. Ava grabbed Mia’s hand and pulled her over. They both fell to the ground, and looked at each other with so much

It all seemed like a blur the process of booking in, having her body and belongings searched, to putting her things in a locker. It felt like it did not happen, and as soon as she grasped a sense of reality, she found herself stood in the visitor's room, surrounded by criminals and their loving family visitors. Even though she had not seen him for forty years, she could pick out her father like a shot. She knew

At first, he felt the chill inside his body when Lettie and him met her, and she claimed that he had the rest of the incomplete way back. Later, he was caught and brought high in the air by Ursula which frightened him so much that he screamed, shouted for help and tried to kick her with his legs. While Ursula “was ripped to shreds by alien vulture-monsters,” she was right in front of him. In the following attack from the “cleaners”, Lettie left him alone in a green circle, and he said that “I have never been as frightened as I was.” All of these horrible memories would shadow him forever for its strong impact on him as a child. Thus his encounter with Ursula Monkton would never truly come to an end, never reach a psychological closure. Lettie was “killed” by the vultures and slept in the “ocean” forever. The protagonists’ memories faded away over time, but as soon as he visited the Hempstock house, he recalled them all. These memories have been astonishing and unique to him because of the catastrophic nature of them, and they have changed him as a person.

Smitty was a shy person and he didn’t know anybody when he moved in a new town.Ginny was a coward and shy person but,then later in the story she wasn’t a coward anymore,she was a strong and brave person and she wasn’t shy anymore.Now I am going to talk about Smitty and Ginny and the problems and good things that happened to the both of them.

Unfortunately George was headed back to see me at this point, I ran directly into him. He was calm, he must have been, he had been to ill and exhausted to be otherwise. I must have seemed as though I was calm for I could not do much other than to stand there, still as a winter’s tree lacking the bustle of summer leaves. Though the tireless thoughts in my mind were all but silent. I wanted to break free in search of Tom and the happy, carefree life fleeing to the west with him would promise. I want to scream, I wanted to fall into an infinite silence, I wanted to Run, I wanted to drop on th spot. We stood there, frozen in time for what seemed like an eternity, I’m not certain to what I said that made him let go of his grasp, but he did and not a second later, I lunged away. The sour smell of gasoline surrounded me, I didn’t take in much more than the yellow stand and faint glow of the street lamps. I did not have a plan, but I had an end goal; reaching that elegant white mansion along the shores of East Egg. A yellow car sped by emerging from the depths of a navy coloured darkening sky. I had seen that car earlier in the day, I had seen that car and who was driving it. In a desperate strive for attention I threw myself in front of the oncoming vehicle. A blinding light overwhelmed my

Her bedroom was drabby and dark. Over to the right, a bookshelf, with stories she’s read a million time, and over to the left, her dresser. With more books. Books were her fantasyland, her escape from reality. Worlds she could travel to whenever she wanted, and leave whenever she felt like it. Which was never, really, but all stories come to an end and you must leave no matter what.

She becomes more suspicious of John and his motives. She also believes the women in the wallpaper is real. When she looks out her window she can see the woman creeping outside in the garden around the hedges. On the last day though I believe she is unable to tell what is real and what is a fantasy. She locks herself in her room, throwing the key out the window so nobody can get in. She starts to tear down the wallpaper trying to free the woman she believes is in there. Being cautious though because she wants to capture her using the rope she hid in her room. As she continues to pull the wallpaper off she gets angry and considers jumping out the window but says the bars are too strong to even try. She ties the rope around herself and begins to creep around the room. Wondering to herself if all the women came out of the wallpaper like she did.

James was already in too deep to give up now. A few years ago, he was relishing his masterpiece when suddenly the front door threw itself back, opening the house up to the stormy day. Massive black coats enveloped James and sped off in their SUV with tinted windows. Hours later, James woke up tied to a chair,

'Mothers ruin' as it came to be known reared it's crispy head in the early 17th century resulting in a history that has more ups and downs than a Gin induced roller coaster. Originally sold in pharmacy's to treat stomach pain, the drink became more and more popular especially with the poor due to it's cheap cost and high volume. Unfortunately things began to escalate famously portrayed in the William Hogarth painting 'Gin Lane', in which it depicts a swarming London laced with drunks from the devils drink. However in 1736 the Gin act was announced, raising prices and increasing the quality, stopping those from their deadly sins. Laying low for a while still riddled as the 'poor mans drink', Gin made a comeback finding it's way into high society, ridding itself from it's dirty past. So, here are 7 reasons why you should

“the last name is scratched off.” Without any trace of who it belonged to, Erin felt like she had to personally return it. Following the glimpse of light, she headed towards Hartman Green. Although she hated the moist air and dampness from the rainy night before, she was thankful this time, for every spot of the that the flashes of light had crossed over became dry instantly. As Erin approached the top of the path, she caught sight of who she believed to be Leah. “HEY!” She shouted. Leah disappeared in another beam of light. Beginning to become paranoid, Erin maniacally scoped out all of her surroundings, trying to see where Leah might have gone. She saw nothing. “Something is weird about here too…” She thought, trying to find out what was. After a little while she noticed the inconsistency. What used to be a nice brick red covering the bricks of the bookstore had since bloomed to the shade of a maraschino cherry. “Leah.” She derived. “This has to have something to do with Leah.” Not wanting to lose Leah again, she broke down the path towards Stager, which was unusually empty as well. Once more, she followed the dry path, which was slowly becoming harder and harder to distinguish. “I can’t let her get away this time,” Erin thought. “when the sun passes overhead I will have no guide.” She followed the path all the way up the steps of the bookstore, now searching for the same strawberry-blonde hair she caught a glimpse of earlier. As she entered

She forced herself to breathe slowly so she could think. How did I end up here? Why was I here? Her mind drew a blank. Come to think of it, she couldn't remember a single bloody thing. She threw everything she had left in her fading mind