On page 14, I start to hear the word Altamira. It is described as a pretty dangerous village. But also, it is said that Altamira has amazing beach resorts.
On page 21, I think it shows great use of words to explain the situation and scenery.
Yolanda makes the motions of pumping. The darker man looks at his companion, who shrugs, baffled as well. Yolanda waves for them to follow her. And as if after dragging up roots, she has finally managed to yank them free of the soil they have clung to, she finds she can move her own feet toward the car,
The small group stands staring at the sagging tire a moment, the two men kicking at it as if punishing it for having failed the senorita. They squat by the passenger's side, conversing in low tones. Yolanda leads the men to the rear of the car, where they lift the spare out of its sunken nest--then set to work fitting the interlocking pieces of the jack, unpacking the tools from the deeper hollows of the trunk. They lay their machetes down on the side of the road, out of the way. Above them, the sky is purple with twilight. The sun breaks on the hilltops, spilling its crimson yolk.
-Michelle Xia (:
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