WRITING WORKSHOP #1 DIALOGUE – REVIEW WORD BANK SPEAKER TAG

WRITING WORKSHOP #1 DIALOGUE – REVIEW WORD BANK SPEAKER TAG
DESCRIPTIVE SPEAKER TAG DIALOGUE SNAPSHOT THOUGHTSHOT

WHAT IS IT? (John Green; The Fault in Our Stars)
"My fears?" "Yes." "I fear oblivion," he said without a moment's pause. "I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark." "Too soon," Isaac said, cracking a smile. "Was that insensitive?" Augustus asked. "I can be pretty blind to other people's feelings."

WHAT IS IT? (Richelle Mead; Spirit Bound)
"Are you meditating?“ I opened my eyes, astonished at the voice. "Mom? What are you doing here?“ My mother, Janine Hathaway, stood in front of me. She was just a few inches shorter than me but had enough fight in her for someone twice my size. The dangerous look on her tanned face dared anyone to bring on a challenge. She gave me a wry smile and put one hand on her hip. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't come to watch you?“ "I don't know," I admitted, feeling kind of guilty for doubting her. She and I hadn't had much contact over the years, and it was only recent events–most of them bad–that had begun to reestablish our connection. Most of the time, I still didn't know how to feel about her. I oscillated between a little girl's need for her absent mother and a teenager's resentment over abandonment. I also wasn't entirely sure if I'd forgiven her for the time she "accidentally" punched me in a mock fight. "I figured you'd have, you know, more important things to do."

WHAT IS IT? (Gale Forman; If I Stay)
“So much for going back to sleep,” Mom yells over Teddy’s noise. “What do you know, the snow’s already melting.” Dad says, puffing on his pipe. I go to the back door and peek outside. A patch of sunlight has broken through the clouds, and I can hear the hiss of the ice melting. I close the door and go back to the table. “I think the county overreacted,” I say.

WHAT IS IT? (Stephanie Meyer; Twilight)
"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type. "Bella," I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me. "Where's your next class?" he asked. I had to check in my bag. "Um, Government, with Jefferson, in building six." "I'm headed toward building four, I could show you the way...." Definitely over- helpful. "I'm Eric," he added. I smiled tentatively. "Thanks."

WHAT IS IT? (Cassandra Clare; City of Bones)
"So," he said. "You still haven't told me if there are any others of your kind with you.“ Your kind? Clary wondered what he was talking about. Maybe she'd stumbled into some kind of gang war. "I don't know what you're talking about." The blue-haired boy's tone was pained but surly. "He means other demons," said the dark-haired boy, speaking for the first time. "You do know what a demon is, don't you?“ The boy tied to the pillar turned his face away, his mouth working.

WHAT IS IT? (Rick Riordan; The Son of Neptune)
“How about we call it a draw?” he said. “I can’t kill you. You can’t kill me. If you’re Medusa’s sisters—like the Medusa who turned people to stone—shouldn’t I be petrified by now?” “Heroes!” Euryale said with disgust. “They always bring that up, just like our mother! ‘Why can’t you turn people to stone? Your sister can turn people to stone.’ Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, boy! That was Medusa’s curse alone. She was the most hideous one in the family. She got all the luck!” Stheno looked hurt. “Mother said I was the most hideous.”

WHAT IS IT? (Orson Scott Card; Ender’s Game)
Something changed hands; Ender could not see. He lurched to one side and fell off the examining table. "Catch him!" cried the nurse. "Just hold him steady—” "You hold him, doctor, he's too strong for me—” "Not the whole thing! You'll stop his heart—” Ender felt a needle enter his back just above the neck of his shirt. It burned, but wherever in him the fire spread, his muscles gradually unclenched. Now he could cry for the fear and pain of it.

WHAT IS IT? (J.D. Salinger; The Catcher in the Rye)
Where I want to start telling is the day I left Pencey Prep. Pencey Prep is this school that's in Agerstown, Pennsylvania. You probably heard of it. You've probably seen the ads, anyway. They advertise in about a thousand magazines, always showing some hot-shot guy on a horse jumping over a fence. Like as if all you ever did at Pencey was play polo all the time. I never even once saw a horse anywhere near the place.

WHAT IS IT? (J.K. Rowling; Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows)
Is this the moment?" Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. "OI! There's a war going on here!" Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still around each other. "I know, mate," said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, "so it's now or never, isn't it?" "Never mind that, what about the Horcrux?" Harry shouted. "D'you think you could just --- just hold it in, until we've got the diadem?" "Yeah --- right --- sorry ---" said Ron, and he and Hermione set about gathering up fangs, both pink in the face.

WHAT IS IT? (Scott Westerfeld; Uglies)
Around the outskirts of the city, cut off from town by the black oval of the river, everything was in darkness. Everyone ugly was in bed by now. Tally took off her interface ring and said, "Good night." "Sweet dreams, Tally," said the room. She chewed up a toothbrush pill, punched her pillows, and shoved an old portable heater -- one that produced about as much warmth as a sleeping, Tally-size human being -- under the covers.