What a book! Reading this felt like bathing in metaphor upon metaphor.
The neighborhood tomcat, all muscle and slide, is creeping along the top of the trellis where Alice's sweet peas have spent themselves all spring.
Storm clouds with high pompadours have congregated on the western horizon, offering the hope of cooler weather, but only the hope.
Even a joke has some weight and takes up space, and when introduced into a vacuum, acquires its own gravity.
They are a planeload of people ignoring each other. Alice has spent her life in small towns and is new to this form of politeness, in which people sit for all practical purposes on top of one another in a public place and behave like upholstery.
Sympathizing over the behavior of men is the baking soda of women's friendships, it seems, the thing that makes them bubble and rise.
Kevin, the computer whiz, would say that Barbie is all output and no interface.
Please check out this amazing video from TED on metaphor.
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