Happy Friday, everyone! And welcome to June :) Today's giveaway question has to do with 1st person vs. 3rd person point of view in books. Do you have a preference? If you're not sure which is which, 1st person is told from a single character's point of view, using terms like I, me, my, etc. The advantage can be really getting inside a character's head and understanding his/her thoughts -- but at the expense of other characters, because you won't know anyone else's thoughts.
3rd person is told from multiple characters' points of view. With this perspective, you don't always get as deeply inside one character's head, but you can follow the action and thoughts from many characters' viewpoints.
I *just* started working on a brand new project, which won't be out for at least a year, but I'm not sure which point of view I want to tell it from! Here's a look at the beginning, in each viewpoint.
3rd PERSON POINT OF VIEW:
“Well, you’re definitely pregnant.” The Nurse Practitioner at the health clinic, a cheery, blond thing all of twenty-five, if Piper had to guess, leaned against the exam table.
Piper inched away and folded her arms over her chest. She still wore her blue Delta Chi t-shirt, but she’d refused to put on the stupid cotton gown the nurse handed her and only stripped out of her cut-off jeans and underwear. I can’t be pregnant. I’m just tired because of all the studying. And finals coming up. I haven’t been eating right. She wasn’t pregnant. She couldn’t be. They’d used protection. And she was on the Pill.
“I can’t be pregnant.”
The NP tapped her finger on the form Piper had filled out earlier. “I know you said you’re on birth control. Do you take it regularly?” Her smile changed to a serious expression, paired with a furrowing of the brow. “And by that, I mean, do you take it every single day at the same time? Even changing up the time of day can affect how works.”
“Yeah. Of course.” She wondered if the NP suspected she was lying. She avoided looking down at her bare stomach. Imagining something growing there, taking root and forming fingers and toes, made her light-headed. Neither could she look at this woman with the cheery voice and Piper’s future in her hands. She focused on the single window in the room instead, covered with a blue and white striped curtain that moved in the breeze.
“Well, unfortunately no form of birth control is one hundred percent foolproof. Even the Pill.”
1ST PERSON POINT OF VIEW:
“Well, you’re definitely pregnant.” The Nurse Practitioner at the health clinic, a cheery, blond thing who might be all of twenty-five, leans against the exam table. Like we’re friends. Or like she wants to be there for me, let me know I’m not alone, some bullshit like that.
But I’m more alone than I’ve ever felt in my life.
I inch away from her and fold my arms over my blue Delta Chi shirt. My cut-off jeans and panties are on the plastic chair beside me, but I refused to put on the stupid gown the nurse handed me when I came in. I can’t be pregnant. I’m just tired because I haven’t been sleeping. And because of finals coming up, and all the studying. I haven’t been eating right. We used protection. Plus I’m on the Pill. Double protection. Triple, if you count the fact I never spend the night.
“I can’t be pregnant.”
She taps her finger on the form I’ve filled out. “I know you said you’re on birth control. Do you take it regularly?” Her smile changes to a serious expression, paired with a furrowing of the brow. “And by that, I mean, do you take it every single day at the same time? Even changing up the time of day can affect how works.”
Duh. I’m not stupid. I know how and when to take the Pill. I’ve been on it since my mother forced me to see her gynecologist when I turned sixteen. Although maybe I am stupid, since I’m the one sitting here in a gray exam room, overcome by queasiness, and Blondie is the one with the flat stomach and the perfect makeup and the job that requires an advanced degree.
“Of course.” I wonder if she suspects I’m lying. Probably. I read in a magazine somewhere that most women lie at least fifty percent of the time to their doctors. About how much they drink, whether they smoke, whether they practice safe sex. Whatever. I don’t even know Blondie. I’m not about to confess every little mistake I’ve made over the last month.
The list would be too long to bear.
I keep my arms folded and my eyes on her face, though it isn’t easy. But it’s better than looking down at my stomach, imagining something growing there under the skin, taking root and forming fingers and toes. She fastens me with a sober gaze. I can’t meet her eyes for longer than a few seconds, so instead I look out the single window in the room, covered with a blue and white striped curtain that moves in the breeze.
Finally she breaks the silence. “Well, unfortunately no form of birth control is one hundred percent foolproof. Even the Pill.”
So here's today's giveaway question: Did you like one of these excerpts better than the other? Which point of view do you prefer when reading? Does it depend?
As always, one person who leaves a comment will be chosen randomly to win a $5 Amazon gift card today. Plus, you're helping my writing and my research, which I always appreciate. Can't wait to hear your thoughts!