Simile in the book, Al Capone Does My Shirts?

Simile:

I think about going in my room now, but it smells like the inside of an old lunch bag in there. pg 5

Her hair is like mine—brown and blonde all mixed up like birdseed. pg 11

My voice squeals high like a rodent’s. pg 40

In some ways she is very predictable, more like a clock than a human being. pg 145