Journal Reflection - No Great Mischief

This is my starting line ledger reflection while I am reading my novel, and I would like to choose twain questions to help me on the literature. getning(a) of all, I have well-nigh puzzles close the plots in the first few chapters and characters, especially the primary(prenominal) devil characters and the relationship amongst them. Then, I am free to talk about the moral images that I am forming of people, places and events in this novel, and even consider where these rational images come from.\nNo colossal Mischief is a evasive action that have been told with the store of Alexander MacDonald. Its structure is a story being remembered, because of this, the romp shifts back and forth through the time. In the first chapter, the self-colored story starts in unrivaled of the main characters named Alexander s general journeys to visit his eldest brother Calum, a slight but fiery alcoholic, in a flat in Toronto. As I begin to tell this ( Macleod 1), we can patently befall that to grass the expression structure varied and repress telling a tale, the pen uses flashback to enhanced the effect in this way, it also can make the article twists have been caused, resulting in suspense and to be fascinating.\n discourse of the relationship of two characters, in the first chapter, according to the dilate descriptions of the environment and the details, we can find the huge difference in the midst of the two brothers, status in particular. However, they are still relate about each other, for example, nearly communications amidst them, Did you appal yourself (Macleod 8) and Do you want something to prey (Macleod 9), it clearly shows that there is a powerful link between them because they have the same line of descent even though these two guys have a exclusively different lifestyle. Then, it also negotiation a lot about loyalty, which can be represent by the dogs, they are unimpeachably fit part of it, as do horses as well. unitary quote that I conduct to touch upon is the horses loyalty Ah, poor Christy. How she alway...