More Great Character Descriptions

From A Separate Peace by John Knowles (Simon & Schuster, 2003, originally published 1959)
For such and extraordinary athlete—even as a Lower Middler Phineas had been the best athlete
in the school—he was not spectacularly built. He was my height—five feet eight and a half
inches…He weighed a hundred and fifty pounds, a galling ten pounds more than I did, which
flowed from his legs to torso around shoulders to arms and full strong neck in an uninterrupted,
unemphatic unity of strength. (p.16)

From Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe (Simon & Schuster, 1995, originally published
1929)
My brother Ben’s face, thought Eugene, is like a piece of slightly yellow ivory; his high white
head is knotted fiercely by his old man’s scowl; his mouth is like a knife, his smile the flicker
of light across a blade. His face is like a blade, and a knife, and a flicker of light: it is delicate
and fierce, and scowls beautifully forever, and when he fastens his hard white fingers and his
scowling eyes upon a thing he wants to fix, he sniffs with sharp and private concentration
through his long, pointed nose…his hair shines like that of a young boy—it is crinkled and crisp
as lettuce. (p. 135)

From Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling (Scholastic, 1998)
• He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache.
Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which
came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on
the neighbors. (p. 1)

• A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His face was almost completely hidden by
a long, shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but you could make out his eyes,
glinting like black beetles under all the hair. (p. 46)


From I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou (Bantam, 1993)
• Where I was big, elbowy and grating, he was small, graceful and smooth. …he was lauded
for his velvet-black skin. His hair fell down in black curls, and my head was covered with
black steel wool. And yet he loved me. (p. 17)

• Her skin was a rich black that would have peeled like a plum if snagged, but then no one
would have thought of getting close enough to Mrs. Flowers to ruffle her dress, let along snag
her skin. She didn’t encourage familiarity. She wore gloves too. (p. 78)


From Holes by Louis Sachar (Scholastic, 2000)
• They were dripping with sweat, and their faces were so dirty that it took Stanley a moment
to notice that one kid was white and the other black. (p. 17)

• Madame Zeroni had dark skin and a very wide mouth. When she looked at you, her eyes
seemed to expand, and you felt like she was looking right through you. (p. 29)


From The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain (Hayes Barton Press, 2005, originally
published 1885)
He was most fifty, and he looked it. His hair was long and tangled and greasy, and hung down,
and you could see his eyes shining through like he was behind vines. It was all black, no gray;
so was his long, mixed-up whiskers. There warn’t no color in his face, where his face showed;
it was white; not like another man’s white, but a white to make a body sick, a white to make a
body’s flesh crawl – a tree-toad white, a fish-belly white. As for his clothes – just rags, that was
all. He had one ankle resting on t’other knee; the boot on that foot was busted, and two of his
toes stuck through, and he worked them now and then. His hat was laying on the floor – an
old black slouch with the top caved in, like a lid. (p. 11)

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