Tone in The Book Thief Verge 2019

L- Language- Formal or Slang “Read the accent” Tone is the attitude of the speaker (author) towards his/her subject and audience L- Language- Formal or Slang “Read the accent” I- Images- Five Senses(see, hear, taste, touch, smell) D-Details-What is mentioned?; What is left out? D- Diction-connotation/word choice S- Sentence Structure(Syntax)

TONE: the writer or speaker’s attitude toward the subject, audience, or events of the text. Word choice (diction), details, imagery, and sentence structure (syntax) all contribute to the understanding of tone.

Diction: Word Choice Denotation-dictionary definition Connotation- feeling about a word Ex. Denotation: House/Home- a place where one resides. Connotation:Home sounds safer, warmer... Rosy cheek vs. red faced Thin vs. skinny Bossy vs. assertive Chestnut hair vs. dirty dishwater hair

SYNTAX: Sentence structure, including sentence length and pattern SYNTAX: Sentence structure, including sentence length and pattern. As with diction and tone, you need to qualify or specify the syntax. Don’t just say, “The author uses syntax to show his views of nature.” Better: “The author uses long, compound-complex sentences to show his overwhelming love of nature, specifically the forest where he goes nutting.”

Syntax: Sentence Structure I married him. He married me.

We regret to inform you of the forthcoming foreclosure of your mortgage. Our previous attempts at communication were heretofore unacknowledged.

Come back soon, y’all!

Beyond the verdant valleys and craggy peaks, a small house was nestled in a wood along a winding blue river.

In his chamber the doctor sat up in his high bed In his chamber the doctor sat up in his high bed. He had on his dressing gown of red watered silk that had come from Paris, a little tight over the chest now if it was buttoned. On his lap was a silver tray with a silver chocolate pot and a tiny cup of eggshell china, so delicate that it looked silly when he lifted it with his big hand, lifted it with the tips of the thumb and forefinger and spread the other three fingers wide to get them out of the way. His eyes rested in puffy little hammocks of flesh and his mouth drooped with discontent. He was growing very stout, and his voice was hoarse with discontent…The doctor had once for a short time been a part of the great world and his whole subsequent life was a memory with longing for France. What is one word that describes the tone in this passage?

Read the excerpt from the poem “Today is Very Boring Read the excerpt from the poem “Today is Very Boring.” Identify the tone and the words that support the tone. Today is very boring It’s a very boring day, There is nothing much to look at, There is nothing much to say, There’s a peacock on my sneakers, There’s a penguin on my head, there’s a dormouse on my doorstep, I am going back to bed. 5. Tone: _________________

What is Death’s tone ? First the colors. Then the humans. That’s usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try. HERE IS A SMALL FACT You are going to die. I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me. REACTION TO THE AFOREMENTIONED FACT Does this worry you? I urge you—don’t be afraid. I’m nothing if not fair. —Of course, an introduction. A beginning. Where are my manners?

Summer came. For the book thief, everything was going nicely Summer came. For the book thief, everything was going nicely. For me, the sky was the color of Jews. When their bodies had finished scouring for gaps in the door, their souls rose up. When their fingernails had scratched at the wood and in some cases were nailed into it by the sheer force of desperation, their spirits came toward me, into my arms, and we climbed out of those shower facilities, onto the roof and up, into eternity's certain breadth. They just kept feeding me. Minute after minute. Shower after shower.”

“On June 23, 1942, there was a group of French Jews in a German prison, on Polish soil. The first person I took was close to the door, his mind racing, then reduced to pacing, then slowing down, slowing down.... Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each would that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last, gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear. I took them all away, and if there was a time I needed distraction, this was it. In complete desolation, I looked at the world above. I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray to the color of rain. Even the clouds were trying to get away. Sometimes I imagined how everything looked above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye. They were French, they were Jews, and they were you.” ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief