“the large black slugs ... come out at dusk. Enormous slugs. As big as crocodiles. So huge we need a gun to shoot them. And by the end of the summer, if they go on growing, we shall have to go out in pairs together for protection.” IfsNeedsEndsBigsTogetherBlackGrowingHugeGoes OnSummerGunProtectionEnormousPairsGardeningExaggerationDuskCrocodilesSlugsEnd Of Summer Author:Nan Fairbrother
“The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned golden brown. The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. The wheat rose and the ripening heads bent in the prairie wind, a rippling curtain, an endless, undulating sea that stretched to the horizon.” WayLongEarthBlackSeaWindGrewSummerSpringRainHotGreenRoseCloudsEndlessGoldenBrownHorizonThickTwilightPerpetualTowersStemBentCurtainsStretchingStalkingWheatNapsDormantPrairieSleepersRipeningCanopyBlack CloudsSpring Rain Book:The Infinite Sea: The Second Book of the 5th Wave Source: The Infinite Sea: The Second Book of the 5th Wave
“I do remember being teased by my cousins on my mom's side for not being black enough. And then I'd spend the summer with my dad and be sent to all white summer camps where I was 'that black girl.'” EnoughRememberGirlSidesBlackWhiteMomDadSummerMy DadMy MomCampsCousinMy CousinSummer CampBlack Girl Author:Lauren London