My Dog Skip

Good Old Boy
Good Old Boy
Good Old Boy The book that I chose to read was written by the Mississippi author Willie Morris. The book, Good Old Boy, was written in 1971 and takes place in the small Mississippi town of Yazoo City. The book contains experiences of the authorís childhood in this small town. The story began by telling many of the legends of Yazoo City. One of these legends involved a woman who lived by the Yazoo river. She supposedly lured fishermen to her house to kill and bury them in the woods never to be f
The Bluest Eye
The Bluest Eye
The Bluest Eye Word Count: 1343 The Bluest Eye The major characters in The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison were Pecola Breedlove, Cholly Breedlove, Claudia MacTeer, and Frieda MacTeer. Pecola Breedlove is an eleven-year-old black girl around whom the story revolves. Her innermost desire is to have the bluest eyes so that others will view her as pretty in the end that desire is what finishes her, she believes that God gives her blue eyes causing her insanity. She doesn\'t have many friends other tha
Personal Writing: My Dog Skippy
Personal Writing: My Dog Skippy
Personal Writing: My Dog Skippy Personal Writing: My Dog Skippy When I was little I loved animals. Although most children have pets, I could not convince my parents into allowing me to have one until my pre teens. I could not have been happier the day my family went to the pound and I picked out my dog Skippy. Skippy loved to run and he was loyal to me and I will never forget the day I lost him. My mom and I would take Skippy for a run after school some times. We drove down Parker Rd. to an und
When I was little I loved animals. Although most c
When I was little I loved animals. Although most c
When I was little I loved animals. Although most children have pets, I could not convince my parents into allowing me to have one until my pre teens. I could not have been happier the day my family went to the pound and I picked out my dog Skippy. Skippy loved to run and he was loyal to me and I will never forget the day I lost him. My mom and I would take Skippy for a run after school some times. We drove down Parker Rd. to an undeveloped neighborhood with a street that resembled a quarter mil