4. POINT OF VIEW

5. Point of View Pretest I looked at Wendy, unsure whether I should go on. Her face was a stony mask. Im sorry, I said again. So very sorry. I looked at Wendy, unsure whether I should go on. Her face was a stony mask. Im sorry, I said again. So very sorry. Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Her face was a stony mask. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry." Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Her face was a stony mask. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry." Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Wendy thought Carlos had suffered enough and was going to forgive him, but for the moment she didn't say anything. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry." Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Wendy thought Carlos had suffered enough and was going to forgive him, but for the moment she didn't say anything. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry." Carlos looked at Wendy. Wendy hesitated like she was going to forgive him, but didnt say anything. Im sorry, he said again. So very sorry. Carlos looked at Wendy. Wendy hesitated like she was going to forgive him, but didnt say anything. Im sorry, he said again. So very sorry.

6. How would people react if they knew your every thought? How would people react if they knew your every thought? - Would you like that, why or why not?

7. The Power of First Person Narrative: Inside the Mind I reached down to pick up the shards of glass around Ester's bare feet. She didn't move, but her tension was like the skin on the bright, tiny beads of blood. I stifled my curse, and, like an idiot, grabbed at a piece of glass. It pierced my thumb like a knife. "Joe, you've cut yourself." "It's just a scratch," I said impatiently. I glanced at the splinters that sprayed out across the floor and got to my feet. I wasn't about to admit that my thumb now stung and Tommy was due home any minute--Ester could stretch out a mothering spell for an hour I reached down to pick up the shards of glass around Ester's bare feet. She didn't move, but her tension was like the skin on the bright, tiny beads of blood. I stifled my curse, and, like an idiot, grabbed at a piece of glass. It pierced my thumb like a knife. "Joe, you've cut yourself." "It's just a scratch," I said impatiently. I glanced at the splinters that sprayed out across the floor and got to my feet. I wasn't about to admit that my thumb now stung and Tommy was due home any minute--Ester could stretch out a mothering spell for an hour

8. First Person First person- includes the thoughts and perspective of one main character, who's telling his/her own story and uses the pronoun "I" to tell the story First person- includes the thoughts and perspective of one main character, who's telling his/her own story and uses the pronoun "I" to tell the story

9. Would you like to be able to know everyone elses thoughts? Would you like to be able to know everyone elses thoughts?

10. The Power of Third Person Narrative: Omniscience Joe reached down to pick up the shards of glass around Ester's bare feet. Bright, tiny beads of red welled up from between her toes. She didn't move, but the sting of the splinters was like a file to the anger she hid with her smile. Fine, she thought nastily. He could dump her, alright, just as soon as he paid the bill he'd racked up on her credit card for that Germany trip. At her feet, he gathered the glass too quickly and caught a shard in his thumb. Ester felt her stomach clench with satisfaction. Now they both bled on what was left of the sculpture. "Joe, you've cut yourself," she said quickly. God, but he wanted her out of out of his house, but she could make a scene like a dozen harpies, and his son was due home any moment. He'd been an idiot to think that smile had ever been for him, not his wallet. Five minutes, he thought, and he'd have her out the door. Joe reached down to pick up the shards of glass around Ester's bare feet. Bright, tiny beads of red welled up from between her toes. She didn't move, but the sting of the splinters was like a file to the anger she hid with her smile. Fine, she thought nastily. He could dump her, alright, just as soon as he paid the bill he'd racked up on her credit card for that Germany trip. At her feet, he gathered the glass too quickly and caught a shard in his thumb. Ester felt her stomach clench with satisfaction. Now they both bled on what was left of the sculpture. "Joe, you've cut yourself," she said quickly. God, but he wanted her out of out of his house, but she could make a scene like a dozen harpies, and his son was due home any moment. He'd been an idiot to think that smile had ever been for him, not his wallet. Five minutes, he thought, and he'd have her out the door.

11. Third Person Third person- The narrator uses he, she, or they and does not participate in the storys action. Third person- The narrator uses he, she, or they and does not participate in the storys action.

12. Third Person- Limited (Limited) includes the thoughts and perspective of one main character (Limited) includes the thoughts and perspective of one main character Example: Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Her face was a stony mask. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry."

13. Third Person-Omniscient (All knowing) has access to all of the characters thoughts and feelings. (All knowing) has access to all of the characters thoughts and feelings. Example: Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Wendy thought Carlos had suffered enough and was going to forgive him, but for the moment she didn't say anything. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry."

14. Third Person- Objective (Observer)-Access Denied. The narrator can only report their actions and speech and the reader has to interpret what the characters are thinking. (Observer)-Access Denied. The narrator can only report their actions and speech and the reader has to interpret what the characters are thinking.

15. Point of View Practice I looked at Wendy, unsure whether I should go on. Her face was a stony mask. Im sorry, I said again. So very sorry. I looked at Wendy, unsure whether I should go on. Her face was a stony mask. Im sorry, I said again. So very sorry. Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Her face was a stony mask. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry." Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Her face was a stony mask. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry." Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Wendy thought Carlos had suffered enough and was going to forgive him, but for the moment she didn't say anything. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry." Carlos looked at Wendy, unsure whether he should go on. Wendy thought Carlos had suffered enough and was going to forgive him, but for the moment she didn't say anything. "I'm sorry," he said again. "So very sorry." Carlos looked at Wendy. Wendy hesitated like she was going to forgive him, but didnt say anything. Im sorry, he said again. So very sorry. Carlos looked at Wendy. Wendy hesitated like she was going to forgive him, but didnt say anything. Im sorry, he said again. So very sorry.