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Point of view and narrator
5th grade (Year 6 in England) · 16 questions · Common Core: RL.5.6, RL.6.6 · England: Y5/6 Reading, KS3 Reading
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My Grandmother's Hands
My grandmother's hands are brown and wrinkled, like a map of rivers that have been flowing for eighty years. When I was small, I used to trace the lines with my finger and ask her where each one went.
"This one," she would say, pointing to a deep crease across her palm, "goes back to the farm where I grew up, where I picked cotton until my fingers bled." Then she would point to a thin white scar on her thumb. "And this one leads to the night I learned to cook for eight brothers and sisters."
Her hands have kneaded thousands of loaves of bread. They have stitched every quilt in our house and plaited my hair before every first day of school. They once caught my baby brother when he slipped from the top of the slide, faster than anyone thought an old woman could move.
These days her hands shake a little when she holds her teacup. Sometimes she drops a stitch and has to start a row again. But when she takes my hands in hers, they are still the strongest hands I know.
Question 1
Read "My Grandmother's Hands". From whose point of view is the text written?
- A. a narrator who is not in the story
- B. the grandmother, in the first person
- C. the baby brother
- D. the grandchild, in the first person
Message in a Bottle (a poem)
I am a bottle, empty and light,
tossed from a boat on a bright summer night.
No note inside me, no secret to tell,
just plastic and air and a sea-salty smell.
The ocean is patient, the ocean is wide;
it rocks me and rolls me from tide to tide.
A turtle swims near me and stares at my shine.
I am not a jellyfish. Please, don't you dine!
I'll drift for a lifetime, I'll drift for a few,
I'll crumble to pieces too tiny for you.
But somebody somewhere could carry me back,
a hand on the beach and a bin in a sack.
So here is my message, though no one wrote it:
the sea keeps whatever we throw. Don't forget it.
Question 2
Read "Message in a Bottle (a poem)". Who is speaking in this poem?
- A. a plastic bottle
- B. a fisherman
- C. a turtle
- D. the ocean
Question 3
Jake thought the test was easy. Amira, sitting next to him, was sure she had failed. Neither of them knew the teacher had lost the papers. What kind of narrator is this?
- A. second person
- B. first person
- C. third-person limited to Jake
- D. third-person omniscient (knows everyone's thoughts)
My Grandmother's Hands
My grandmother's hands are brown and wrinkled, like a map of rivers that have been flowing for eighty years. When I was small, I used to trace the lines with my finger and ask her where each one went.
"This one," she would say, pointing to a deep crease across her palm, "goes back to the farm where I grew up, where I picked cotton until my fingers bled." Then she would point to a thin white scar on her thumb. "And this one leads to the night I learned to cook for eight brothers and sisters."
Her hands have kneaded thousands of loaves of bread. They have stitched every quilt in our house and plaited my hair before every first day of school. They once caught my baby brother when he slipped from the top of the slide, faster than anyone thought an old woman could move.
These days her hands shake a little when she holds her teacup. Sometimes she drops a stitch and has to start a row again. But when she takes my hands in hers, they are still the strongest hands I know.
Question 4
Read "My Grandmother's Hands". From whose point of view is the text written?
- A. the baby brother
- B. the grandchild, in the first person
- C. a narrator who is not in the story
- D. the grandmother, in the first person
Message in a Bottle (a poem)
I am a bottle, empty and light,
tossed from a boat on a bright summer night.
No note inside me, no secret to tell,
just plastic and air and a sea-salty smell.
The ocean is patient, the ocean is wide;
it rocks me and rolls me from tide to tide.
A turtle swims near me and stares at my shine.
I am not a jellyfish. Please, don't you dine!
I'll drift for a lifetime, I'll drift for a few,
I'll crumble to pieces too tiny for you.
But somebody somewhere could carry me back,
a hand on the beach and a bin in a sack.
So here is my message, though no one wrote it:
the sea keeps whatever we throw. Don't forget it.
Question 5
Read "Message in a Bottle (a poem)". Who is speaking in this poem?
- A. a turtle
- B. the ocean
- C. a fisherman
- D. a plastic bottle
Question 6
Maria opened the letter slowly. She didn't know that her brother had already read it. What point of view is used?
- A. no narrator
- B. second person
- C. first person
- D. third person
My Grandmother's Hands
My grandmother's hands are brown and wrinkled, like a map of rivers that have been flowing for eighty years. When I was small, I used to trace the lines with my finger and ask her where each one went.
"This one," she would say, pointing to a deep crease across her palm, "goes back to the farm where I grew up, where I picked cotton until my fingers bled." Then she would point to a thin white scar on her thumb. "And this one leads to the night I learned to cook for eight brothers and sisters."
Her hands have kneaded thousands of loaves of bread. They have stitched every quilt in our house and plaited my hair before every first day of school. They once caught my baby brother when he slipped from the top of the slide, faster than anyone thought an old woman could move.
These days her hands shake a little when she holds her teacup. Sometimes she drops a stitch and has to start a row again. But when she takes my hands in hers, they are still the strongest hands I know.
Question 7
Read "My Grandmother's Hands". From whose point of view is the text written?
- A. the grandmother, in the first person
- B. the grandchild, in the first person
- C. the baby brother
- D. a narrator who is not in the story
Message in a Bottle (a poem)
I am a bottle, empty and light,
tossed from a boat on a bright summer night.
No note inside me, no secret to tell,
just plastic and air and a sea-salty smell.
The ocean is patient, the ocean is wide;
it rocks me and rolls me from tide to tide.
A turtle swims near me and stares at my shine.
I am not a jellyfish. Please, don't you dine!
I'll drift for a lifetime, I'll drift for a few,
I'll crumble to pieces too tiny for you.
But somebody somewhere could carry me back,
a hand on the beach and a bin in a sack.
So here is my message, though no one wrote it:
the sea keeps whatever we throw. Don't forget it.
Question 8
Read "Message in a Bottle (a poem)". Who is speaking in this poem?
- A. a fisherman
- B. the ocean
- C. a turtle
- D. a plastic bottle
Question 9
I don't think my sister likes me. She slammed the door again today, but maybe she just had a bad day at school. Why might this narrator be unreliable?
- A. The narrator knows everything.
- B. We only see events through the narrator's guesses and feelings.
- C. The story uses 'you'.
- D. The narrator is a talking animal.
My Grandmother's Hands
My grandmother's hands are brown and wrinkled, like a map of rivers that have been flowing for eighty years. When I was small, I used to trace the lines with my finger and ask her where each one went.
"This one," she would say, pointing to a deep crease across her palm, "goes back to the farm where I grew up, where I picked cotton until my fingers bled." Then she would point to a thin white scar on her thumb. "And this one leads to the night I learned to cook for eight brothers and sisters."
Her hands have kneaded thousands of loaves of bread. They have stitched every quilt in our house and plaited my hair before every first day of school. They once caught my baby brother when he slipped from the top of the slide, faster than anyone thought an old woman could move.
These days her hands shake a little when she holds her teacup. Sometimes she drops a stitch and has to start a row again. But when she takes my hands in hers, they are still the strongest hands I know.
Question 10
Read "My Grandmother's Hands". From whose point of view is the text written?
- A. the grandchild, in the first person
- B. a narrator who is not in the story
- C. the grandmother, in the first person
- D. the baby brother
Message in a Bottle (a poem)
I am a bottle, empty and light,
tossed from a boat on a bright summer night.
No note inside me, no secret to tell,
just plastic and air and a sea-salty smell.
The ocean is patient, the ocean is wide;
it rocks me and rolls me from tide to tide.
A turtle swims near me and stares at my shine.
I am not a jellyfish. Please, don't you dine!
I'll drift for a lifetime, I'll drift for a few,
I'll crumble to pieces too tiny for you.
But somebody somewhere could carry me back,
a hand on the beach and a bin in a sack.
So here is my message, though no one wrote it:
the sea keeps whatever we throw. Don't forget it.
Question 11
Read "Message in a Bottle (a poem)". Who is speaking in this poem?
- A. a fisherman
- B. the ocean
- C. a turtle
- D. a plastic bottle
Question 12
I grabbed my bag and sprinted for the bus. My heart was pounding. Would I make it? What point of view is used?
- A. first person
- B. third person
- C. no narrator
- D. second person
My Grandmother's Hands
My grandmother's hands are brown and wrinkled, like a map of rivers that have been flowing for eighty years. When I was small, I used to trace the lines with my finger and ask her where each one went.
"This one," she would say, pointing to a deep crease across her palm, "goes back to the farm where I grew up, where I picked cotton until my fingers bled." Then she would point to a thin white scar on her thumb. "And this one leads to the night I learned to cook for eight brothers and sisters."
Her hands have kneaded thousands of loaves of bread. They have stitched every quilt in our house and plaited my hair before every first day of school. They once caught my baby brother when he slipped from the top of the slide, faster than anyone thought an old woman could move.
These days her hands shake a little when she holds her teacup. Sometimes she drops a stitch and has to start a row again. But when she takes my hands in hers, they are still the strongest hands I know.
Question 13
Read "My Grandmother's Hands". From whose point of view is the text written?
- A. the grandmother, in the first person
- B. a narrator who is not in the story
- C. the grandchild, in the first person
- D. the baby brother
Message in a Bottle (a poem)
I am a bottle, empty and light,
tossed from a boat on a bright summer night.
No note inside me, no secret to tell,
just plastic and air and a sea-salty smell.
The ocean is patient, the ocean is wide;
it rocks me and rolls me from tide to tide.
A turtle swims near me and stares at my shine.
I am not a jellyfish. Please, don't you dine!
I'll drift for a lifetime, I'll drift for a few,
I'll crumble to pieces too tiny for you.
But somebody somewhere could carry me back,
a hand on the beach and a bin in a sack.
So here is my message, though no one wrote it:
the sea keeps whatever we throw. Don't forget it.
Question 14
Read "Message in a Bottle (a poem)". Who is speaking in this poem?
- A. the ocean
- B. a turtle
- C. a plastic bottle
- D. a fisherman
Question 15
Maria opened the letter slowly. She didn't know that her brother had already read it. What point of view is used?
- A. third person
- B. first person
- C. second person
- D. no narrator
My Grandmother's Hands
My grandmother's hands are brown and wrinkled, like a map of rivers that have been flowing for eighty years. When I was small, I used to trace the lines with my finger and ask her where each one went.
"This one," she would say, pointing to a deep crease across her palm, "goes back to the farm where I grew up, where I picked cotton until my fingers bled." Then she would point to a thin white scar on her thumb. "And this one leads to the night I learned to cook for eight brothers and sisters."
Her hands have kneaded thousands of loaves of bread. They have stitched every quilt in our house and plaited my hair before every first day of school. They once caught my baby brother when he slipped from the top of the slide, faster than anyone thought an old woman could move.
These days her hands shake a little when she holds her teacup. Sometimes she drops a stitch and has to start a row again. But when she takes my hands in hers, they are still the strongest hands I know.
Question 16
Read "My Grandmother's Hands". From whose point of view is the text written?
- A. the grandmother, in the first person
- B. the grandchild, in the first person
- C. the baby brother
- D. a narrator who is not in the story
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