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Mint Snowball Reading Response

One of the personal narratives was Mint Snowball by Naomi Shihab Nye. This narrative focused on something she felt was the missing piece in her life, her great-grandfather's mint snowball recipe. She is so descriptive with her background information and focus on the mint snowball that it feels as if the reader is experiencing the moments firsthand. To do this, she uses complex word choice such as "flamboyant elixir" and "lasting solace" which draws the reader in and makes the essay richer. The author also uses short, expressive fragments to illustrate the scenery of the diner and the taste of the mint snowball.

The essay has an abrupt pause after the last sentence in the third paragraph; "Now she has lost the paper." After that pause, the narrative moves from the past to present day and specifically the author's personality. She reveals how she feels lost and that a part of her is missing. She credits the mint snowball to be this missing part of her. She explains she is "...wistful for something she has never tasted or seen." To complete the essay, she leaves the reader with personal, thought-provoking questions such as, "Can we follow the long river of the word refreshment back to it's spring?"


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  1. JuliaSeptember 12, 2017 at 5:21 PM

    I liked how you used examples from the text and described each example into detail! I agree that the reader uses the questions to make the reader think about personal questions. Good job lu :))

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