Ned’s writing style is very unique. He breaks off chapters into different sections using the front cover of the book. Craig finds a passion in drawing brain maps so there is one on the front. On the map there are some shaded points, each set of chapters is categorized into a different part of the shaded section on his brain …show more content…
It is just 1 of the ways Mr. Vizzini keeps the reader's interest throughout the book. He also breaks off and shows Craig’s conversations in his head. Craig is a soldier and his conscience is his trying to get him to stay on task. A great example of this is on page 46. Craig is trying to eat but can’t hold it down so this conversation comes up, “What were you trying to do, soldier? I was trying to eat, sir! And what happened? I got caught thinking about some crap, sir! What kind of crap? How I want to live less than my parents' dog. Are you still concentrated on the enemy, soldier? I don't think so. Do you even know who the enemy is? I think.., it's me. That's right. I have to concentrate on myself Yes. But not right now, because now you're going to the bathroom to throw up! It's tough to fight when you're throwing up” (46). Everytime this is on the page the reader gets engaged and it can be very thought provoking. It makes the audience feel as if it is happening to them. Ned is a wonderful writer that knows how to make the reader feel and really …show more content…
Tentacles are stressors and anchors are the opposite. We are first introduced to them on page 14-15 so they are introduced early as a large part of his life. “Tentacles are the evil tasks that invade my life. Like, for example, my American History class last week, which necessitated me writing a paper on the weapons of the Revolutionary War, which necessi-tated me traveling to the Metropolitan Museum to check out some of the old guns, which necessitated me getting in the subway, which necessitated me being away from my cell phone and e-mail for 45 minutes, which meant that I didn’t get to respond to a mass mail sent out by my teacher asking who needed extra credit, which meant other kids snapped up the extra credit, which meant I wasn’t going to get a 98 in the class, which meant I wasn’t anywhere close to a 98.6 average (body temperature, that’s what you needed to get), which meant I wasn’t going to get into a Good College, which meant I wasn’t going to have a Good Job, which meant I wasn’t going to have health insurance, which meant I’d have to pay tremendous amounts of money for the shrinks and drugs my brain needed, which meant I wasn’t going to have enough money to pay for a Good Lifestyle, which meant I’d feel ashamed, which meant I’d get depressed, and that was the big one because I knew what that did to me: it made it so I wouldn’t get out of bed, which led to