Novel Study Photo Essay

The protagonist in the novel "A child called it" is Dave. Dave is a child being abused from his alcoholic mother.

The protagonist in the novel “A child called it” is Dave. Dave is a child being abused from his alcoholic mother. Dave goes through some serious hard times but in the end gets help.

This is what I imagine Dave's mother looks like. Dave's mother is a abusive alcoholic mother, it has got so bad that she doesn't even consider her own son with a name.

This is what I imagine Dave’s mother looks like. Dave’s mother is a abusive alcoholic mother, it has got so bad that she doesn’t even consider her own son with a name.

This is how I imagine Dave's father. His father didn't touch Dave, but it's almost just as worse. Dave needed someone to stand up to the mother but everyone stood back and watched.

This is how I imagine Dave’s father. His father didn’t touch Dave, but it’s almost just as worse. Dave needed someone to stand up to the mother but everyone stood back and watched.

The setting in the novel are these dark stairs. Dave was locked in the basement in the dark for days without without food.  He felt nothing but hurt and alone all the time.

The setting in the novel are these dark stairs. Dave was locked in the basement in the dark for days without without food. He felt nothing but hurt and alone all the time.

The main conflict in this novel is Dave getting abused. He was psychically abused, he would fight for food, make plans, and feel accomplished when he won the prize of sneeking frozen diner foods.

The main conflict in this novel is Dave getting abused. He was psychically abused, he would fight for food, make plans, and feel accomplished when he won the prize of sneaking frozen diner foods.

Not only was Dave psychically abused but he was also emotionally abused. He felt neglected and alone, his own father and siblings would turn away when his mother striked again.

Not only was Dave psychically abused but he was also emotionally abused. He felt neglected and alone, his own father and siblings would turn away when his mother striked again.

The exposition is Dave being lonely and hurt.

The exposition is Dave being lonely and hurt. Dave feels very neglected and scared.

Dave wasn't always abused, they got along  until she turned to alcohol.

This is the exposition of the novel. Dave wasn’t always abused, they got along until she turned to alcohol.

The rising action of the novel is Dave feeling alone and being neglected. He was locked in the dark basement alone with no food.

The rising action of the novel is Dave feeling alone and being neglected. He was locked in the dark basement alone for days  with no food.

The climax of the novel is when Dave start getting physically abused. Dave's mother would burn dave by putting his hand on the stove while it was burning hot. She would trying to poison Dave by shoving chlorine down his throat. The abuse got so bad and scary that she was starting to try and kill Dave.

The climax of the novel is when Dave start getting physically abused. Dave’s mother would burn dave by putting his hand on the stove while it was burning hot. She would trying to poison Dave by shoving chlorine down his throat. The abuse got so bad and scary that she was starting to try and kill Dave.

The falling action of the novel is when Dave decided to do something about it. He went to school everyday with the same clothes and bruises and burns all over. He decided to asked for help at his school.

The falling action of the novel is when Dave decided to do something about it. He went to school everyday with the same clothes and bruises and burns all over. He decided to asked for help at his school.

The denouement of the novel is when Dave was taken away from his family. This was such a relief that he was finally going to be ok and well taken care of.

The denouement of the novel is when Dave was taken away from his family. This was such a relief that he was finally going to be ok and well taken care of.

“At night I no longer dreamed, nor did I let my imagination work during the day. The once vibrant escapes of watching myself fly through the clouds in bright blue costumes, were now a thing of the past. When I fell asleep, my soul became consumed in a black void. I no longer awoke in the mornings refreshed; I was tired and told myself that I had one day less to live in this world. I shuffled through my chores, dreading every moment of every day. With no dreams, I found that words like hope and faith were only letters, randomly put together into something meaningless - words only for fairy tales. ”

“At night I no longer dreamed, nor did I let my imagination work during the day. The once vibrant escapes of watching myself fly through the clouds in bright blue costumes, were now a thing of the past. When I fell asleep, my soul became consumed in a black void. I no longer awoke in the mornings refreshed; I was tired and told myself that I had one day less to live in this world. I shuffled through my chores, dreading every moment of every day. With no dreams, I found that words like hope and faith were only letters, randomly put together into something meaningless – words only for fairy tales. ”

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