There is something about Mark Twain’s writing that helps me visualize every scene as if I am there. As Tom runs down the road, I have a clear picture of his feet smacking the ground and turning up dust. Twain is also very good at describing scenery. For example, when Tom is skipping down the road acting is if he is boat, I get a clear image of Tom’s surroundings and his interaction with them. I see the harbor twenty paces ahead with Tom walking on a narrow path surrounded by the shrubs; I see him swaying back and forth as if he churning in the waves. “He was boat and captain and engine-bells combined, so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them (p.20).” Overall, as I sit back in my chair turning page after page, I cannot refrain myself from chuckling as I follow Tom through his adventures.