A few similes and metaphors are listed here. Many more can be found in the book.

Similes

I saw a billowing white cloud enter the backyard, like an angel of death.

We sat in the beating rain noise for a few minutes, then it abruptly stopped, like some annoying little kid had stopped banging on a pan.

The field was now completely flooded like a rice paddy.

I was watching he bird of prey circling overhead, like a hawk.

Through the blurry plastic lenses, I saw Victor take the ball through the Palmetto guards like a wild bull.

The loud crackling sound of trees splitting off branches like amputated limbs, or spitting I two like they’d been pole-axed, hung horribly in the frozen night air. (Paul)

That means half of us are dog-meat.

At first Dad said he was worried he’d be tarred with the same brush.

It wasn’t really a game. It was a war.

We are all becoming big fish in this little pond.

I heard Erik pacing back and forth, back and forth, in the cage that he had he had made himself.

Don’t spend your life hiding under the bleachers little brother. The truth shall set you free.