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Mitsuha Miyamizu and Tachibana Taki finally realize the cause of all their strange dreams and the weird looks they’ve been receiving- the two have been switching bodies! After being charmed by each other’s lives, and Taki realizing that “at irregular intervals (he swaps) bodies with Mitsuha Miyamizu, who lives way out in the sticks. It triggers when (they) fall asleep” (54), the two set ground rules so that they don’t interfere with each other’s lives. Mitsuha and Taki are impressive in that they figure out ways to leave memos for each on their smartphones, but it reveals that both of them are still immature when they get angry at each other for breaking the rules. They act out of character in each other’s lives; Taki “(tears) up the court playing basketball in gym” (56) and Mitsuha goes “messing with (Taki’s) relationships” (56). The characters demonstrate social responsibility quite well by solving their body-swapping problem peacefully, and the two maintain each other’s relationships effectively, albeit a little too well. Taki tends to be hotheaded, while Mitsuha is a mild-mannered, feminine shrine maiden. I am very satisfied with how the author developed the two protagonists, and how they handled the situation. The actions they take in each other’s bodies display their respective temperaments and problem-solving skills. I cannot personally admit to having any body-switching endeavours, but I think that I can relate to how Mitsuha feels when she sees the first view of Tokyo, and when she tries to improve her relationships with others. I can also relate to how Taki is hotheaded and quick to act, and I think that I would solve a conflict similarly. Both Mitsuha and Taki are role models in their own ways; Taki being headstrong and able to tolerate others’ bullying, and Mitsuha always wanting to help others.

 

 

Show Not Tell Writing

Telling sentence: The puppy was a terror

 

As I took the first step up the stairs, a tiny fur-ball came racing down at the speed of sound, dragging behind itself a roll of unfurling toilet paper. I stared flabbergasted as the little devil bounded down the stairs, pouncing on me and knocking all of the wind out of me. The small but terrifying puppy yipped happily, dropping the roll of toilet paper and running off in another direction. I steadied myself and followed the dog’s path of destruction into the kitchen, where I nearly fainted at the sight which awaited me. The little pest had somehow gotten into the fridge and was sniffing curiously at a carton of a milk. When it saw me, it scampered away mischievously, and I ran after it, hot on its heels. The dog finally stopped in the garage, where it dove into a box of Christmas lights. The troublemaker emerged, wagging its tail proudly, tongue hanging out and entangled in colourful strands of lights, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the silly puppy.