1. What point of view is your story told in?
My story is told in first person. It is from Sapphy’s point of view.
2. Is the point of view effective?
The point of view is effective as Sapphy appears to be most affected by her father’s disappearance. She can therefore provide the reader the greatest amount of feelings and description about Ingo and the story. Also, her personality is most akin to her father allowing her to be more drawn into Ingo. Sapphy has a wider imagination than her brother and can describe the magical world of Ingo better and in greater detail. Writing the story in first person gives the author a chance to let the story be told in Sapphy’s words, thoughts, and feelings.
3. What is one of the most important/memorable events that have happened so far? Think about that moment and re-tell it from another point of view. For example, if you were reading We All Fall Down as your Literature Circles novel you may re-write from Will’s fathers Point of View(min. 300 words)
(Pg. 44-49)
This is from Conor’s point of view.
“I guess I have to go now, Elvira. Sapphy will soon be wondering where I am. When can I tell Sapphy about Ingo?” I ask Elvira.
“Soon,” she replies. And before I can say anything, she disappears back down into Ingo.
I sit there with mixed emotions. Sad because I can’t tell Sapphy about Ingo. Also, I am scared of Ingo’s strange, mystical power. But, on the other hand, I feel ecstatic after my fascinating trip to Ingo. I’ve never felt this torn apart. I look down into the sea, wanting to jump in after Elvira and forget my troubles. Suddenly I hear a shout.
“Conor! CONOR!” I look up, and look all around. I hear somebody calling my name again. Squinting, I see a small figure at the cove, jumping up and down and waving the arms frantically. Realizing it is Sapphy, I wave back. She screams again and I can just make out “Conor, come back! Tea’s ready!”
As quickly as I can, I carefully jump from rock to rock to get back to the cove. I frown and wonder, “Does she know about Ingo?” Panicked thoughts run through my head.
“What are you doing here, Saph?” I ask her.
“Looking for you,” she replies. She looks as if she is scared and worried about me.
It’s not time for tea yet, is it?”
Sapphy glances down at her watch to look at the time. Her face suddenly screws up, as though she is about to cry. I quickly look down at her watch and it is not moving. Looking at Sapphy again, I see she is completely soaked.
“Oh, Saph. You went into the water with it on,” I almost groan.
“It’s broken,” she whispers, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Maybe it’ll be all right if we dry it out.,” I hear myself say, though I know it cannot be fixed.
Shaking her head, she repeats, “It’s broken, Conor.” Big tears roll down her face. I know how much the watch means to her as it was a present from dad.
“Don’t cry, Saph,” I say, trying to comfort her, “You didn’t mean to break it. But listen. You mustn’t come down here and swim on your own. You know we promised Mum we wouldn’t.”
Sapphy’s expression suddenly turns to anger, “What about you? Look at you, your hair’s all wet. You’ve been swimming with that girl, haven’t you?”
“What girl?” I reply, hoping she will believe that there is no one.
“What girl? The girl who was sitting on the rock talking to you, of course,” she replies indignantly.
Trying to put on my best “don’t argue with me” face, I say, “The trouble with you, Saph, is that you see one thing and then you imagine something else.”
“I don’t. I don’t make up stuff. I used to when I was little, but I don’t now. What are you doing out here then, Conor?” Sapphy counters.
“If you must know, I went swimming after I cleaned out the shed,” I retort, “Without you. I just need some space I guess.”
Disappointment flashes across her face making me feel awful. I quickly change the subject, “Why is it such a big deal?”
“Conor, it was this morning that you cleaned out the shed. It’s way past seven o’clock in the evening now. Probably past eight. You’re telling me you’ve been swimming for seven hours?”
“Seven hours!” I think to myself, “No! I was only gone for a short period of time!”
Seizing Sapphy’s wrist, I almost scream, “What? It can’t be that late. You must have been messing about with your watch.” I start shaking her watch, in the hope that it will work and she will be proven wrong.
“Get off me, Conor. It’s evening, can’t you see that? Look at the sun. Look how low it is.”
I slowly release her wrist and realize that she is right. The sun is sinking towards the horizon.
I feel like I am in a dream. There is no way I could have been gone that long! “Maybe I fell asleep,” I mutter.
Yet, Sapphy persists in trying to find out what I was doing, “You were talking to someone. I saw her. She must have gone off across the rocks. Who was she?”
I do not reply. Suddenly, I feel completely worn out. We walk slowly back to the house in silence.
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