That means that every letter with a line of symmetry like M wouldn't work: A, T, U, V, W, and Y. But you can use the letters B, C, D, E, H, I, K, O, and X. It doesn't sound like a name but it could be Obeidh, Ikechi, Hideki, Dockie, Bohdie, Bodhie, Bobbie (unless you can't use the same letter twice), Debbie ("), Becki, Bodhe, Chiko, Cobie, Dixie ("), Echoe ("), Eddie ("), Kobe, Khoi, Echo, Bobo, Hido, Hebe, Kebe, Cobi, Debb, Kiki, Beck, Ike, Koe, Ed,
1. summarize the plot briefly (the readers of the critique need to know what the story is about) 2. briefly give author's background (it may have an effect on the story) 3. give strengths and weaknesses (you need to show both the good and the bad parts) 4. point out examples of style (style is also very important in stories) 5. identify characters (you are going to critique their portrayal anyways) 6. make the conflict clear 7. recommend to certain type of reader (so that other readers know this isn't something they'd like)
Scoot was not the type to give up when in danger. She was also a brave girl.
Explanation:
In the book 'Rogue Wave', we learn of a brother and sister who went on a ride in a sailboat. This was to serve as a fulfillment of the birthday wish of the fourteen-year-old girl, Scoot. However, they were faced with danger when the boat tilted downwards because of a giant wave that left Scoot trapped in the cabin while her brother Sully managed to get out.
Scoot was not downhearted when she realized that she was trapped. She made courageous efforts to get herself out including
1. holding on to a hull
2. shouting out for her brother
3. searching for a torchlight which she used to find her way around the cabin
4. diving into the water to find her footing on the ceiling ribs, and
5. hitting hard on the window to open it up eventually.
Every day when I was a kid I’d drop anything I was doing, no matter what it was—stealing wire, having a fistfight, siphoning gas—no matter what, and tear like a blue streak through the alleys, over fences, under porches, through secret shortcuts, to get home not a second too late for the magic time. My breath rattling in wheezy gasps, sweating profusely from my long cross-country run I’d sit glassy-eyed and expectant before our Crosley Notre Dame Cathedral model radio.
