In Roll of Thunder Hear my Cry we had to do literature circle. My role in this literature circle was Literary Luminary. The reason I picked this because I enjoyed going through the book and finding the my favorite passages. I learned that you need to be patient when you look through the book because it’s very hard to find passages that you like. Another thing I learned is that in a literature circle is we all need to talk to each while in the group.
Page – 179 paragraphs – last paragraph
Just a bit further … up ahead there. Ah, here it is.” We entered a small dark clearing with hanging forest vines totally hidden from the road.
“Well? Where’s the surprise?”
“Right here,” I said smashing Lillian Jean books on the ground.
“ Why, What you do that for?” Lillian jean, startled than angry.
“ I got tired of carrying’ em, I said.
This what you brought me all down here for!
The reason I choose this paragraph is because I thought it showed how Lillian Jean is unaware that Cassie wants revenge for what happen at the market. Another thing that she thinks that their friends but she does not realize that its a big trick
Page – 155 Paragraph – First
Jeremy nodded and stepped hesitantly inside. As Stacy motioned him toward the fire, Uncle Hammer ‘s eyes narrowed and he said to Papa, “He looks like a Simms.”
“I believe he is,” agreed papa.
“Then what the devil –“
Jeremy, who had heard flushed a deep red and quickly handed mama a small burlap bag. “ I –I brung them for y’all. Mama took the bag. As she opened it, I peeped over her shoulder; the bag was full of nuts.
“Nuts” I questioned, “Nut! Why we got more nuts now than we know what –“
“Cassie! Mama scowled. “What have I told you about that mouth of yours?” Then she turned to Jeremy. “This is very thoughtful of you, Jeremy, and we appreciate them.
Thank you.”
Jeremy nodded slightly as if he did not know how to accept her thanks, and stiffly handed a slender paper –wrapped object to Stacy. “ Made this for ya ,” he said
The reason I choose this paragraph is because it shows how Jeremy is so different from is family and how he respects African Americans .
Page – 145 Paragraph Last paragraph
By the dawn, the house smelled of Sunday : chicken frying , bacon sizzling, and smoke sausages baking : By evening it reeked of Christmas. In the kitchen sweet- potato pies, egg – custard pies ,and rich butter pound cakes cooled ; a gigantic coon which Mr. Morrison , Uncle Hammer , and Stacy had secured in a night’s hunt baked in a sea of onions garlic and fat orange – yellow yams ; and a choice sugar – cured ham brought from the smokehouse awaited its turn in the oven. In the heart of the house , where we had gathered after supper , freshly cut branches of long –needled pines lay over the fireplace mantle adorned by winding vines of winter holly in a black pan set on a high wire rack, peanuts roasted over the hickory fire as the waning light of day swiftly deepened into fine velvet night, speckled with white forerunners of a coming snow and the warm sound of husky voices and rising laughter mingled in tales in tales of sorrow and happiness of days past but not forgotten.
The reason I picked this passage is because it shows during harsh times people still had love and kindness. This connects to what we learned in the beginning of the year about how we need love and kindness in are lives.
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