pg.16 Finsterwald's backyard was a graveyard of tennis balls and baseballs and footballs and frisbees and model airplanes and one-way boomerangs.
pg.40 Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird. a petout in the rain.
pg.73 and then at dinnertime, a huge roar went up, a volcano of cheers.
pg.85 A tiny idea was beginning to worm its way into Grayson's head.
pg.101 Vowels were somwthing else. He didn't like them, and they didn't like him.
pg.106 For most of November, winter toyed with Two Mills, whispered in its ear, tickled under the chin. On Thanksgiving Thursday, winter kicked it in the stomach.
pg.112 Within an hour or two, the holiday would come bounding down the stairs and squeling round tinsled trees of Two Mills.
pg.134 The house flinched.
pg.148 March pounced with cold nasty paws.
pg.149 March doubled back and grabbed April by the scruff of the neck and flung it another week or two down the road.