narrative Quotes

“Comics are a sub-set of pictorial narrative; therefore, all comics are pictorial narratives, but not all pictorial narratives are comics.”

It’s an interesting narrative with a mystical, child-like wonder that reminds you of a fairy tale. Many plot points are understated, so this book needs a lot of reading between the lines. An enjoyable read, definitely.

This is a touching narrative about a family whose surname is “Silk”. In that family, the little boy in the family, Griffin Silk, has troubles at school with bullies until a girl named Layla comes along. Then, he finds out his baby sister being born, and he is named “Tishkin Silk”, hence the name of this story.

The narrative is just deadpan enough to highlight the moose shenanigans, and Bridget’s attempts to cope with these unruly guests actually hint in an exaggerated way at what real siblings might be like.

“I was thinking as small children think, as if my thoughts or wishes had the power to reverse the narrative, change the outcome.”

“Haddock and Tuffy live in another room. Haddock is so happy and bouncy. But he has to be careful because he broke his leg when he was only a few weeks old. Poor Haddock. He has two hedgehogs and an old mitt to play with to help him cheer up. Tuffy is really old and would rather not do anything all day. When Haddock gets to jumpy, Tuffy growls at him to calm down.”

“Death can come so fast. One day you have your grandpa. The next day you may not able to see him anymore. Then you feel really empty and sad. You must be wondering where you go when you die. Nobody knows for sure, only those who are already dead.”

With Linnea’s first person narrative voice shining brightly and sweetly in the fiction sections of Linnea in Monet’s Garden, one can really emotionally feel and broadly smile at her effervescent joy of discovery and her constant delight.

“Martin wiped the sweat off his face with his arm and slouched against the warm stones of the bridge. Sean perched next to him, legs dangling over the trickle of the parched stream. Boredom came back like a headache. It was too hot.”

“On one side of the road is a sheer rock-all, and on the other the two weirs, Walter and Blackaller, about a hundred yards apart. You can hear their roar long before you reach them.”

“Narrative where Mo launches into her sagacious monologues or her cow-related sayings such as: – ‘Better a Cow alone than a cow in bad company’.”

″ Mo’s narration is monopolized by philosophical conversations with The Pest, Mo’s inner voice.”

“A little boy was sitting in the corner of a railway carriage looking out at the rain, which was splashing against the windows and blotching downward in an ugly, dirty way. He was not the only person in the carriage, but the others were strangers to him.”

“The other teams watch us. Someone from the Wolves yells out. ‘You Parrots have got no style! Look at your shoes, ya losers!’ I look at my sneakers. Yes, they have holes in them, but so what?”