Types of narrator

Let's revise a bit

Are you studying for our Literature test? Remember that it's on Wednesday!
Last week we saw different kinds of narrator. In order to practise, I want you to look at these examples and decide which is the narrator (first, second or third) in each paragraph. Write your answers as a comment!

Come on! Yo can do it! These are the extracts:

1. “When Mr. Botibol woke the next morning he lay quite still for several minutes with his eyes shut, listening for the sound of the wind, waiting for the roll of the ship. There was no sound of any wind and the ship was no trolling. He jumped up and looked out of the window.”

(A Swim, by Roald Dahl).

2. “There were six of us at dinner that night at Mike Schofield’s house in London: Mike and his wife and daughter, my wife and I, and a man called Richard Pratt.”

(Taste, by Roald Dahl).

3. “For young and old alike, a trip to the beach means relaxation, adventure, and a temporary escape from the worries and responsibilities of ordinary life. Whether swimming or surfing, tossing a volleyball or just snoozing in the sand, a visit to the beach means fun. The only equipment you need is a twelve-inch deep pail, a small plastic shovel, and plenty of moist sand.”

(How to build a sand castle).

4. “I was born in the working-class. Early I discovered enthusiasm, ambition, and ideals; and to satisfy these became the problem of my child-life. My environment was crude and rough and raw. I had no outlook, but an uplook rather. My place in society was at the bottom. Here life offered nothing but sordidness and wretchedness, both of the flesh and the spirit; for here flesh and spirit were alike starved and tormented.”

(What life means to me, by Jack London).

5. “Rub a little on the back of your neck, your forehead and your wrists before you start fishing, and the blacks and skeeters will shun you. The odour of citronella is not offensive to people. It smells like gun oil. But the bugs do hate it.”

(Camping Out, by Ernest Hemingway).

6. “When Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister how very much she admired him."

(Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen).