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madreJ [45]
3 years ago
7

What point of view is "The Yellow Wallpaper" told from?

English
1 answer:
Mice21 [21]3 years ago
4 0

Answer:

point of view As the main character's fictional journal, the story is told in strict first-person narration, focusing exclusively on her own thoughts, feelings, and perceptions.

Explanation:

point of view As the main character's fictional journal, the story is told in strict first-person narration, focusing exclusively on her own thoughts, feelings, and perceptions.

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