Sora's False: A Narrative Fiction

While "Ma and Grandma played by the rule: never to mention [her] weight" (123), in fear of throwing off the emotionally fragile Dolores and the family dynamic, her mother and grandmother ignore the health threatening issue of obesity. Issues regarding family boundaries also play a role in Dolores's health issues and Dolores's mother serves as a boundary between Dolores and her grandmother. Her grandmother, because of this boundary, "said nothing about her weight" (Lamb, 121) and became "tolerating [of] overindulgence" (Lamb, 279). Since Dolores no longer dealt with her grandmother directly, she ultimately lost a family intervention figure regarding her eating habits and health behavior.

Soraya Taheri is one of Khaled Hosseini’s characters in The Kite Runner, who represents what a true woman and wife should be like. She is an example of Kohlberg’s classification of three levels of moral development in humans. Even though there is not a lot of information in the novel given about Soraya, her personality can be reviewed based on her behavior throughout the story.

In “The Parable of the Sower”, author Octavia Butler realistically describes the dystopia of the U.S that is currently ruled by poverty, crime, and chaos. Lauren, the main protagonist, evolves and goes on a physical and emotional journey to create her own beliefs and prepare for life behind the wall. Lauren lives in the community of Robledo that is guarded by a wall that is meant to protect them from crime although it often fails to do so. Being the daughter of a Baptist, Lauren is challenged to conform and participate in the religious passivity of the community. Not having enough water, food, and safety prevents and angers Lauren to try to address her problematic reality immediately. Through the eyes and actions of Lauren it is clear she

She describes this peculiar strategy, as seen in the Ladies’ Day luncheon, “While we were standing up behind our chairs listening to the welcome speech, I had bowed my head and secretly eyed the position of the bowls of caviar” (Plath 26). Esther demonstrates substantial control when dealing with food, a control that is indubitably absent in her own life.

It was a bit awkward trying to slip the dress back on with her skin so wet, and as soon as it was on fully, she began to soak through the under-most layer. But she kept a sweet smile on her face and ignored how the breeze made goosebumps rise across her skin. She would be happy to get to her new home, enjoy the warmth of the hearth and the taste of a hearty meal. She lost herself in her day dreams for a few moments, "Oh." She seemed alarmed as Walt's words brought her back from her own mind. "Oh, oh, I see." Goldie bobbed her head, acknowledging his words. "I'll apologize still. I did say I would help him make dinner!"

Tying the laces on her tennis shoes, she spotted her slender image in the cheval mirror. She had gotten thinner over the past year. She always had a slender build with delicate features, but with the extra loss of weight, she appeared more fragile. Even so, she looked acceptable and was now ready to face the other guests.

“Don't listen to him,” her mother says, taking her hand and leading her inside the small house, closing the door on him. “He'll come around, Awen, you'll see. Please, sit down. We have so much to get caught up on, and I just put dinner in the oven.”

On those mornings Mrs. Lisbon assumed a queenly iciness. Clutching her

As she look in the mirror she felt extremely insecure about her body and looks. Kettlewell says,”I weighed ninety-eight pounds, which at five two inches would have been stretching the definition of fat.(Page:74)” This shows us that Caroline is feeling very insecure due to her weight. She constantly is measuring her weight and wanting fast change. In order to do that, Caroline stops eating strictly but yogart, tangerine, and root beer.

It was now after six in the evening, and he hadn’t stopped all day…had barely stopped all week. In addition to dealing with new work commitments, he’d been fielding calls from his wife’s – soon to be ex-wife’s – lawyer. And his own lawyer. The divorce was going to be settled quickly, at least. He wanted that much, and Alisa was good for that much; she didn’t want it to drag on, either. He knew he should eat and relax…he needed to freshen up, first. He pulled his suit coat off and headed into the bathroom…and just looked at himself in the

Melinda Sordino is starting her freshman year at Merryweather High School. She doesn't get along with her old friends anymore. Over the summer they had all been at a party and she ended up calling the police due to something that has happened, so now her friends shun her. She spends most of her time in the janitors closet. The only class she seems to enjoy is her art class. She picks a piece of paper out of a globe for her project, and she has to draw a tree. Melinda thinks the project is too easy at first, but the more she tries to draw a tree, the more she sees that she can't. Melinda is hiding a dark secret that she really can’t get over. She won't talk to anyone about it, and the more her feelings overwhelm her, the more she draws trees.

“Rosey,” Miss Engel whispered to her daughter. Rosey stirred in her bed and looked up at her mother. “I’ve mate you some of de broths dat you love.”

“All right, I’ll take you to him. But if he doesn’t know you, you’re all going to be thrown into the frying pan.” She made a slashing gesture with her huge, hooked claw across her neck. “And I’ll cook you up just like I do my fish, dark and crispy.”

She thanked him for the drink then continued him to listen until he had finished explain why she was there. She raised her brow though when he gestured to the men's clothing but nodded her head. "I understand, I know a lot about this world, its in my book, here in my pocket." she said pulling a small red leather bound book and held it up. "It was written about you and seems to show me what kind of awful monster Pan is to you." she said softly as she sat straighter on the bed, she moved over a bit to allow him to sit beside her if you wished. "I was just shocked, seeing

But, she never told stories. Her stories were in the way she ate — she savored her food, cherished it. Often she would be