Historical Fiction Review

Historical Fiction genre includes stories that:

• are about real people in the past and their real lives

• are about real events from the past, but with fictional characters and some real people

• are completely all made up

• are fictional and usually include fairy tale characters

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Which of the following has the elements of a story in order?

• exposition, climax, rising action, falling action, resolution

• exposition, falling action, climax, rising action, resolution

• exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, resolution

• rising action, exposition, falling action, climax, resolution

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The theme of a story is:

• stated in the first paragraph of the story

• the message of lesson that the author would like the reader to learn

• the turning point of the story

• part of the title

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Which of the following would not be in a historical fiction story?

• A frog talking to a prince.

• Abraham Lincoln as a student at Raceland Middle School

• George Washington becoming the first President of the United States

• Bella helping her Jewish friend escape the nazis

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When a story is told by the main character and uses the "I" pronoun, it is considered to be:

• first person point of view

• third person point of view

• omniscient point of view

• point of view that does not exist in stories

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When a story is being told with the reader being about to know ALL of the character's thoughts and feelings, it is known as:

• first person point of view

• third person point of view

• there is no name for that

• None of the above

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The store carried quite a bit of stuff – sugar, flour, dried fruits, canned goods and such on one side. On the other side of the yard, they carried goods, coats, caps, aprons and the like of that on the other. It wasn’t a big store like Hirsch Brothers Store up the street. Never would be, people guessed, that it would have gone out of business long ago if Mr. Baumer hadn’t let it. He had started the store just two years before and, the way things were, worked himself close to death.

He was at the high desk at the end of the grocery counter when I came in the next afternoon. He had his eyeshades on and his pencil was in hand instead of behind his ear and his glasses were roosted on the nose that Slade had twisted. He didn’t hear me open and close the door or hear my feet as I walked back to him, and I saw he wasn’t doing anything with the pencil but holding it over paper. I stood and studied him for a minute, seeing a small, stooped man with a little belly bulging through his unbuttoned vest. He was a man you wouldn’t remember from meeting once. There was nothing in his looks to set itself in your mind unless maybe it was his chin, which was a small hill in the gentle plain of his face.

While I watched him, he lifted his hand and ran his fingers along his nose. Then he saw me. His eyes had that kind of tired look that seems to go with age or illness, though he wasn’t really old or sick, either. He brought his hand down quickly and picked up the pencil, but then he saw I was still looking at the nose, and finally he sighed and said, “That Slade.”

Just the sound of the name brought Slade to my eye. I could vision him slouched in front of the bar, and I saw him and his string of horses coming down the road. I could see Slade’s whip lifting hair from a horse because it would sting so badly. I had heard people say that Slade could make a horse scream with that whip.

At the end of the second paragraph, the author states, " He was a man you wouldn't remember from meeting once." What do you think this means?

• The man was a lively, loud character that talked alot.

• The man was the center of attention everywhere he went.

• It meant that he was a quiet man that was not very extra ordinary.

• The author did not mean anything by this statement.

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The store carried quite a bit of stuff – sugar, flour, dried fruits, canned goods and such on one side. On the other side of the yard, they carried goods, coats, caps, aprons and the like of that on the other. It wasn’t a big store like Hirsch Brothers Store up the street. Never would be, people guessed, that it would have gone out of business long ago if Mr. Baumer hadn’t let it. He had started the store just two years before and, the way things were, worked himself close to death.

He was at the high desk at the end of the grocery counter when I came in the next afternoon. He had his eyeshades on and his pencil was in hand instead of behind his ear and his glasses were roosted on the nose that Slade had twisted. He didn’t hear me open and close the door or hear my feet as I walked back to him, and I saw he wasn’t doing anything with the pencil but holding it over paper. I stood and studied him for a minute, seeing a small, stooped man with a little belly bulging through his unbuttoned vest. He was a man you wouldn’t remember from meeting once. There was nothing in his looks to set itself in your mind unless maybe it was his chin, which was a small hill in the gentle plain of his face.

While I watched him, he lifted his hand and ran his fingers along his nose. Then he saw me. His eyes had that kind of tired look that seems to go with age or illness, though he wasn’t really old or sick, either. He brought his hand down quickly and picked up the pencil, but then he saw I was still looking at the nose, and finally he sighed and said, “That Slade.”

Just the sound of the name brought Slade to my eye. I could vision him slouched in front of the bar, and I saw him and his string of horses coming down the road. I could see Slade’s whip lifting hair from a horse because it would sting so badly. I had heard people say that Slade could make a horse scream with that whip.

Based on the passage, you can imagine that Slate is:

• mean

• nice

• jolly

• does not exist

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The store carried quite a bit of stuff – sugar, flour, dried fruits, canned goods and such on one side. On the other side of the yard, they carried goods, coats, caps, aprons and the like of that on the other. It wasn’t a big store like Hirsch Brothers Store up the street. Never would be, people guessed, that it would have gone out of business long ago if Mr. Baumer hadn’t let it. He had started the store just two years before and, the way things were, worked himself close to death.

He was at the high desk at the end of the grocery counter when I came in the next afternoon. He had his eyeshades on and his pencil was in hand instead of behind his ear and his glasses were roosted on the nose that Slade had twisted. He didn’t hear me open and close the door or hear my feet as I walked back to him, and I saw he wasn’t doing anything with the pencil but holding it over paper. I stood and studied him for a minute, seeing a small, stooped man with a little belly bulging through his unbuttoned vest. He was a man you wouldn’t remember from meeting once. There was nothing in his looks to set itself in your mind unless maybe it was his chin, which was a small hill in the gentle plain of his face.

While I watched him, he lifted his hand and ran his fingers along his nose. Then he saw me. His eyes had that kind of tired look that seems to go with age or illness, though he wasn’t really old or sick, either. He brought his hand down quickly and picked up the pencil, but then he saw I was still looking at the nose, and finally he sighed and said, “That Slade.”

Just the sound of the name brought Slade to my eye. I could vision him slouched in front of the bar, and I saw him and his string of horses coming down the road. I could see Slade’s whip lifting hair from a horse because it would sting so badly. I had heard people say that Slade could make a horse scream with that whip.

What is something that we can infer from reading this passage?

• The boy and the man are friends.

• The boy and Slade are friends.

• The man's store was created by Slade.

• The man's store went out of business because of Slade.

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The store carried quite a bit of stuff – sugar, flour, dried fruits, canned goods and such on one side. On the other side of the yard, they carried goods, coats, caps, aprons and the like of that on the other. It wasn’t a big store like Hirsch Brothers Store up the street. Never would be, people guessed, that it would have gone out of business long ago if Mr. Baumer hadn’t let it. He had started the store just two years before and, the way things were, worked himself close to death.

He was at the high desk at the end of the grocery counter when I came in the next afternoon. He had his eyeshades on and his pencil was in hand instead of behind his ear and his glasses were roosted on the nose that Slade had twisted. He didn’t hear me open and close the door or hear my feet as I walked back to him, and I saw he wasn’t doing anything with the pencil but holding it over paper. I stood and studied him for a minute, seeing a small, stooped man with a little belly bulging through his unbuttoned vest. He was a man you wouldn’t remember from meeting once. There was nothing in his looks to set itself in your mind unless maybe it was his chin, which was a small hill in the gentle plain of his face.

While I watched him, he lifted his hand and ran his fingers along his nose. Then he saw me. His eyes had that kind of tired look that seems to go with age or illness, though he wasn’t really old or sick, either. He brought his hand down quickly and picked up the pencil, but then he saw I was still looking at the nose, and finally he sighed and said, “That Slade.”

Just the sound of the name brought Slade to my eye. I could vision him slouched in front of the bar, and I saw him and his string of horses coming down the road. I could see Slade’s whip lifting hair from a horse because it would sting so badly. I had heard people say that Slade could make a horse scream with that whip.

What point of view is this story being told?

• first person point of view

• third person point of view

• omniscient point of view

• none of the above

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