Click here: What is Point of View?
Point of view is the perspective from which the story is told. Most books are written in either the first or third person. The point of view can have a profound effect on the way the reader experiences the story. Wonder is written in first person with sections told from different characters' points of view. How might the book read differently if it had been written in third person limited? In third person limited, there is an objective narrator. What does that mean, "objective narrator"?What is lost by using this point of view? What is gained?
Your task:
- Type your assigned paragraph onto your google doc blog post response. Make sure you copy correctly.
- Copy that paragraph below on the same google doc, leaving a double space between the paragraphs.
- Translate your second copied paragraph from first person (I, me, my, we, us, our) to third person (he, she, him, her, his, they, their, them). Notice that when a pronoun changes, the verb often changes to agree with the subject. (Ex., I run to the store. He runs to the store.)
- Post both paragraphs to the blog.
After all of the sections are posted, we will conduct a class reading of the two "versions" of the passages to better understand how point of view works.
Nina: Part One, August: p. 3, paragraph 1
Marina: Part Two, Via: p. 85, paragraph 1
Anna: Part Three, Summer: p. 119, paragraph 8 ("I sat....his face?")
Tyler: Jack: p. 134, paragraph 1
Jack: Justin: p. 188, paragraph 3 (we've been dating...which rocked)
I know I’m not an ordinary ten-year-old kid. I mean, sure, I do ordinary things. I eat ice cream. I ride my bike. I play ball. I have an Xbox. Stuff like that makes me ordinary. I guess. And I feel ordinary. Inside. But I know ordinary kids don’t make other ordinary kids run away screaming in playgrounds. I know ordinary kids don’t get stared at wherever they go.
ReplyDeletewe’ve been dating for two months now. i knew from the moment i saw her, the moment she sat down at our table in the cafeteria, that i liked her. i couldn't keep my eyes off of her. really beautiful.with olive skin and the bluest eyes I've ever seen in my life. at first she acted like she only wanted to be friends.i think she kind of gives off that vibe without even meaning to. stay back. don't even bother. she dosn’t flirt like some other girls do. she looks you right in the eye when she talks to you, like she's daring you. so i just kept looking her in the eye, too, like i was daring her right back. and then i asked her out and she said yes, which rocked.
ReplyDeleteThey've been dating for two months now. He knew from the moment he saw her, the moment she sat down at his table in the cafeteria, that he liked her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Really beautiful. With olive skin and the bluest eyes he’s ever seen in his life. At first she acted like she only wanted to be friends. He thinks she kind of gives off that vibe without even meaning to. Stay back, don't even bother. She dos’nt flirt like some other girls do. She looks you right in the eye when she talks to you, like she's daring you. So he just kept looking her in the eye, too, like he was daring her right back. And then he asked her out and she said yes, which he thought rocked.
ReplyDeleteSo in August his parents got this call from Mr. Tushman, the middle-school director. And his Mom said: "Maybe he calls all the new students to welcome them," and my dad said:"That's a lot of kids he'd be calling." So his mom called him back, I could hear her talking to Mr. Tushman on the phone. This is exactly what she said:
ReplyDeleteI never use to see August the way other people saw him. I knew he didn’t look exactly normal, but I really didn’t understand why strangers seemed so shocked when they saw him. Horrified. Sickened. Scared. There are so many words I can use to describe the looks on people’s faces. And for a long time I didn’t get it. I’d just get mad. Mad when they stared. Mad when they looked away. “What the heck are you looking at?” I’d say to people- even grown-ups.
ReplyDeleteShe never use to see August the way other people saw him. Via knew he didn’t look exactly normal, but she really didn’t understand why strangers seemed so shocked when they saw him. Horrified. Sickened. Scared. There are so many words she can use to describe the looks on people’s faces. And for a long time she didn’t get it. I’d just get mad. Mad when they stared. Mad when they looked away. “What the heck are you looking at?” she’d say to people- even grown-ups.
I sat with him that first day because I felt sorry for him. That’s all. Here he was, this strange-looking kid in a brand new school. No one was talking to him. Everyone was staring at him. All the girls at my table were whispering about him. He wasn’t the only new kid at Beecher Prep, but he was the only one everyone was talking about. Julian had nicknamed him the Zombie Kid, and that’s what everyone was calling him. “Did you see the Zombie Kid yet?” Stuff like that gets around fast. And August knew it. It’s hard enough being the new kid even when you have a normal face. Imagine having his face?
ReplyDeleteSummer sat with him that first day because she felt sorry for him. That’s all. Here he was, this strange-looking kid in a brand new school. No one was talking to him. Everyone was staring at him. All the girls at her table were whispering about him. He wasn’t the only new kid at Beecher Prep, but he was the only one everyone was talking about. Julian had nicknamed him the Zombie Kid, and that’s what everyone was calling him. “Did you see the Zombie Kid yet?” Stuff like that gets around fast. And August knew it. It’s hard enough being the new kid even when you have a normal face. Imagine having his face?
So in August my parents got this call from Mr. Tushman, the middle-school director. And my Mom Said: "Maybe he calls all the new students to welcome them,"and my dad said: "That's a lot of kids he be calling." So my mom called him back, and said I could hear her talking to Mr. Tushman on the phone. This is exactly what she said:
ReplyDeleteI know I’m not an ordinary ten-year-old kid. I mean, sure, I do ordinary things. I eat ice cream. I ride my bike. I play ball. I have an Xbox. Stuff like that makes me ordinary. I guess. And I feel ordinary. Inside. But I know ordinary kids don’t make other ordinary kids run away screaming in playgrounds. I know ordinary kids don’t get stared at wherever they go.
ReplyDeleteHe knows he is not an ordinary ten-year-old kid. Sure, he does ordinary things. He eats ice cream. He rides his bike. He plays ball. He has an Xbox. Stuff like that makes him ordinary. And he feels ordinary. Inside. But he knows ordinary kids don’t make other ordinary kids run away screaming in playgrounds. He knows ordinary kids don’t get stared at wherever they go.