Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Perspective

Perspective
By Andrea Basile
Authors Note: This is about the perspective of the story “War Comes to Willy Freeman” and what the story is in HER perspective and what it would be like if her mother was telling the story. Tell me if I’m clear on my ideas or if I’m repeating anything.
In the captivating book “War Comes to Willy Freeman” Willy is telling the story in her perspective. Now, Willy is a back girl and girls aren’t much appreciated. Woman back in those days were thought as cooks, and to clean and listen to whatever the husband says. Girls were not allowed to go to war. In the first chapters Willy’s father gets murdered, and her mother got captured. Willy dresses up as a boy to go find somewhere else to live. She dresses as a boy so she is not recognized as a girl by the British. In the perspective of Willy she’s terrified and very lonely. She just witnessed her father’s murder, and her only family left, her mother, was taken. Feeling hopeless and sad is what the perspective of this girl. Her only hope now is going to her aunt’s home in Newfield. Now she is a slave without any parents. And since she’s a girl ad hasn’t had any experience in wars or fighting she’s scared too. Since it is in her perspective too she talks like a Native American she says “So’s” and speaks in a different way than white’s people.
            Now that you know the perspective of Willy, imagine what it would be like if it was in the perspective of her mother. From the very beginning it would have been in a different perspective because when the father left to go to the war, she begged him to stay, and she was hurt, unlike Willy who as going with him. And the perspective of Willy v.s her mother is way different because you would have never seen what Willy saw in the war. If it was in her perspective you would her thoughts of her husband and daughter leaving and would see how she got captured and her thoughts about leaving and being lonely. They’re 2 different perspectives but both are amazingly written.

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