As soon as I read the title, I remembered reading a story of the same title a few years ago for another class. As soon as I started reading it, I realized that I had indeed read this once before. The reaction now was the same I had when I first read it. I was appalled at how the teacher just forces the poor sweater on Rachel. I hated the type of character Mrs. Price stood for and how powerless kids feel at that age. I remember feeling like that too. It’s one of the worst feeling in the world, trying to stand up for yourself and not having the words come out!
The writing style of this short story has always impressed me. This captures so well in essence what a eleven year old’s mind is. It’s full of continuous and short bursts of thoughts. It’s a constant shift and progressing that makes me feel I’m really looking into the mind of an eleven year old. The point of view is excellent and like mentioned before, it totally encompasses the mindset of a child that’s almost no longer a kid…but nowhere near an adult. Or teenager for that matter.
I’ve always thought that these types of personal narratives are successful because of the appeal that they have. All of us have an inner child, some of us have it more active than others and that’s what makes some people sympathize with it more than others. What sets Eleven apart from the rest is the style of the narrative. It’s a very good peek inside the mind of a girl who is just turning eleven but doesn’t feel it, it’s something that most of us feel when it’s our birthday. Some get the feeling of becoming older…but others don’t feel that, they feel the same and every year before the new one.