The Book Thief Figurative Language

His eyes were cold and brown—like coffee stains.

• Simile

• Metaphor

• Personification

• Hyperbole

• Rhyme

[Her] foster father's eyes [were]...like soft silver, melting.

• Simile

• Metaphor

• Personification

• Hyperbole

• Rhyme

When it crashed, three deep gashes were made in the earth. Its wings were now sawn-off arms. No more flapping. Not for this metallic little bird.

• Simile

• Metaphor

• Personification

• Hyperbole

• Rhyme

For me, the sky was the color of Jews.

• Simile

• Metaphor

• Personification

• Hyperbole

• Rhyme

They have punctured hearts. They have beaten lungs.

• Metaphor

• Personification

• Simile

• Foreshadowing

Liesel observed the strangeness of her foster father's eyes. They were made of kindness, and silver.

• Simile

• Metaphor

• Personification

• Hyperbole

• Rhyme

The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring.

• Simile

• Metaphor

• Personification

• Hyperbole

• Rhyme

Sweat was swimming out of his hands.

• Simile

• Foreshadowing

• Irony

• Hyperbole

• Rhyme

I witness the ones who are left behind, crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization, despair, and surprise.

• Simile

• Metaphor

• Personification

• Hyperbole

• Rhyme

Beneath her shirt, a book was eating her up.

• Simile

• Metaphor

• Personification

• Hyperbole

• Rhyme