pencil, skinny pants long-sleeve blouse capris, capri pants gored skirt blouse with a fitted waist flares, flare-leg pants wide-leg pants shorts tiered, yoke skirt pull-on, elastic waist skirt tiered ruffle skirt wrap skirt skirt with kick pleats straight, pencil skirt sleeveless straps ruffle, frill darts long sleeve zipper, with a zipper yoke short sleeve cuf scarf tie belt button, buttoned belt puf sleeve pleat shawl NECKLINES, COLLARS & POCKETS V-neck notched lapel mandarin collar turtleneck plunging neckline single welt pocket mock turtleneck square neckline angled welt pocket crew-neck, crew neck patch pocket with flap & point patch pocket with a pleat spread collar PATTERNS & COLORS argyle burgundy polka dot herringbone check, checked, checkered stipe, striped floral light blue gold coral cream houndstooth solid-colored paisley multicolored lettuce green, pale, light greyish lime silver violet tartan, plaid
1. Define the following words and expressions (considering the context) and reproduce (in your own words) the situations in which they appear in the book: a beacon (2) (AmE) a fire or light set up in a high or prominent position as a warning, signal, or celebration, it appears as a metaphor to describe a white egg in her hand. Situation: June walked through the door and toward blue egg in the white hand of Andy, which she compares with a beacon in the murky air. a turtleneck (2) - Example. Definition: (AmE) a `turtleneck' is a sweater with a high part fitting closely around the neck. (BrE `polo neck') (Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary. 6th edition.) Situation: When Andy, the engineer that June meets in the bar, peels a pink egg for her, saying that it matches her turtleneck, she corrects him, explaining that
I danced until my feet felt like they were going to fall off, but I toughed it out until Cary complained about his heeled boots first. We'd just stumbled out of a techno-pop club with a plan to buy me flip-flops at a nearby Walgreens when we ran across a hawker promoting a lounge a few blocks away. "Great place to get off your feet for a while," he said, without the usual flashy smile or exaggerated hype most of the hawkers employed. His clothes-black jeans and turtleneck-were more upscale, which intrigued me. And he didn't have fliers or postcards. What he handed me was a business card made from papyrus paper and printed with a gilded font that caught the light of the electric signage around us. I made a mental note to hang on to it as a great piece of print advertising. A stream of quickly moving pedestrians flowed around us. Cary squinted down at the lettering, having a few more drinks in him than I had. "Looks swank."
"Don't you have a jacket?" His voice was disapproving. "Yes." I looked at the empty bench next to me. "Oh -- I left it in Jessica's car," I realized. Edward was shrugging out of his jacket. I suddenly realized that I had never once noticed what he was wearing -- not just tonight, but ever. I just couldn't seem to look away from his face. I made myself look now, focusing. He was removing a light beige leather jacket now; underneath he wore an ivory turtleneck sweater. It fit him snugly, emphasizing how muscular his chest was. He handed me the jacket, interrupting my ogling. "Thanks," I said again, sliding my arms into his jacket. It was cold -- the way my jacket felt when I first picked it up in the morning, hanging in the drafty hallway. I shivered again. It smelled amazing. I inhaled, trying to identify the delicious scent. It didn't smell like cologne. The sleeves were much too long; I shoved them back so I could free my hands.
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