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The Other Wes Moore Author: Wes Moore This story is told in the first person point of view when the author, Wes Moore, is talking about his own life. It is also told in the third person omniscient point of view when the story of the other Wes Moore's life is being told. The two stories are similar to each other but endmedia type="custom" key="18074090" align="right"media type="custom" key="18074150" align="right" in very different ways.

Figurative language:
 * Then I stood over his bleeding body, taunting him like Muhammad Ali over Sonny Liston. -pg. 50
 * The streetlights blinking on were a silent siren. -pg. 55
 * He barked his words out like a challenge. -pg. 70

Setting:
 * This is the story of two boys living in Baltimore with similar histories and an identical name: Wes Moore.
 * With my mother working so much, and our grandparents obviously slowing in energy, my sisters and I were supposed to look after one another.
 * "Your father wasn't there because he couldn't be, my father wasn't there because he chose not to be." - Wes Moore

Theme: The Great Journey "I think it was when I first felt accountable to people other than myself. When I first cared that my actions mattered to people other than just me." I answered.
 * I had no idea then, but I later found out just what sacrifices she was talking about.
 * "When did you feel like you'd become a man?" Wes asked.
 * Our stories are obviously specific to our two lives, but I hope ther will illuminate the crucial inflection points in every life, the sudden moments of decision where our paths diverge and our fates are sealed.

Characterization:
 * As a senior at Johns Hopkins University, I received one of the most prestigious academic awards for students in the world.
 * Wes is in prison for his participation in a heinous crime.
 * I was taught to remember, but never question. Wes was taught to forget, and never ask why. We learned our lessons well and were showing them off to a tee.
 * Wes knew what game this was, the same game Tony continually urged Wes to stay out of. But Wes rationalized. I am not actually selling drugs. All I'm doing is talking into a headset.
 * I was wincing because the handcuffs were beginning to hurt my wrists, but I was also sincerely fearful about what was going to happen next.
 * I became aware of how I had put myself in this unimaginably dire situation or at least my immediate fate. And I couldn't deny that it was my own stupid fault.

The reasoning of my prezis looking eerily similar are due to the great similarities between the two Wes Moores' lives. I chose to make them similar because they are related so closely in the book.