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GRAMMAR FOR READING,Geoff Barton Thursday, September 19, 2019,www.geoffbarton.co.uk,Grammar for reading is About reading, not grammar Based on a rich variety of texts Rooted in reading for pleasure Not about analysis Always linked to writing,Grammar for reading is About reading, not grammar Based on a rich variety of texts Rooted in reading for pleasure Not about analysis Always linked to writing,England won the first corner straight off in the first minute, and from the clearance coming out, Gazza fired in a rocket of a volley that looked to be just curving wide but Illgner lunged to push it away anyhow, and we had a second corner. And then we had a third our football was surging and relentless we were playing like the Germans did, and the Germans didnt like it. Bruises and knocks, sore joints and worn limbs, forget it theres no end to the magic hope can work. Wright had Klinsmann under wraps; Waddle released Parker, Beardsley went through once, and then again Hassler took the Germans first serious strike, and it deflected away from Pearce for their first corner but Butcher towered up, and headed away. Then Wright picked a through ball off Klinsmanns feet; the German looked angry and rattled. You could feel their pace, their threat but still we had them, and the first phase was all England. No question: England could win this. The press box was buzzing. Gazza tangled with Brehme; he got another shot in, then broke to the left corner, won a free-kick Lets all have a disco Lets all have a disco. It was more than a disco, it was history.,England won the first corner straight off in the first minute, and from the clearance coming out, Gazza fired in a rocket of a volley that looked to be just curving wide but Illgner lunged to push it away anyhow, and we had a second corner. And then we had a third our football was surging and relentless we were playing like the Germans did, and the Germans didnt like it. Bruises and knocks, sore joints and worn limbs, forget it theres no end to the magic hope can work. Wright had Klinsmann under wraps; Waddle released Parker, Beardsley went through once, and then again Hassler took the Germans first serious strike, and it deflected away from Pearce for their first corner but Butcher towered up, and headed away. Then Wright picked a through ball off Klinsmanns feet; the German looked angry and rattled. You could feel their pace, their threat but still we had them, and the first phase was all England. No question: England could win this. The press box was buzzing. Gazza tangled with Brehme; he got another shot in, then broke to the left corner, won a free-kick Lets all have a disco Lets all have a disco. It was more than a disco, it was history.,The Life of Charles Dickens Chapter 1 CHARLES DICKENS, the most popular novelist of the century, and one of the greatest humorists that England has produced, was born at Lanport, in Portsea, on Friday, the seventh of February, 1812. His father, John Dickens, a clerk in the navy pay-office, was at this time stationed in the Portsmouth Dockyard. He had made acquaintance with the lady, Elizabeth Barrow, who became afterwards his wife, through her elder brother, Thomas Barrow, also engaged on the establishment at Somerset House, and she bore him in all a family of eight children, of whom two died in infancy. The eldest, Fanny (born 1810), was followed by Charles (entered in the baptismal register of Portsea as Charles John Huffham, though on the very rare occasions when he subscribed that name he wrote Huffam); by another son, named Alfred, who died in childhood; by Letitia (born 1816); by another daughter, Harriet, who died also in childhood; by Frederick (born 1820); by Alfred Lamert (born 1822); and by Augustus (born 1827).,DICKENS CHARLES DICKENS was dead. He lay on a narrow green sofa but there was room enough for him, so spare had he become in the dining room of Gads Hill Place. He had died in the house which he had first seen as a small boy and which his father had pointed out to him as a suitable object of his ambitions; so great was his fathers hold upon his life that, forty years later, he had bought it. Now he had gone. It was customary to close the blinds and curtains, thus enshrouding the corpse in darkness before its last journey to the tomb; but in the dining room of Gads Hill the curtains were pulled apart and on this June day the bright sunshine streamed in, glittering on the large mirrors around the room. The family beside him knew how he enjoyed the light, how he needed the light; and they understood, too, that none of the conventional sombreness of the late Victorian period the year was 1870 had ever touched him. All the lines and wrinkles which marked the passage of his life were new erased in the stillness of death. He was not old he died in his fifty-eighth year but there had been signs of premature ageing on a visage so marked and worn; he had acquired, it was said, a “sarcastic look”. But now all that was gone and his daughter, Katey, who watched him as he lay dead, noticed how there once more emerged upon his face “beauty and pathos”.,Goosey Goosey Gander By William Shakespeare LADY MACBETH It is the goose that honks, the fatal bellman That roams the castle stairs. Hast done the deed? MACBETH I was afeared to look ont, for the bird Screamed so, and seized me by my nether limb, Hurling me down upon the cruel flags; And yet I could not pray, nor say Amen. See how I halt; and ever in my ears The ganders fury rings. LADY MACBETH And so it shall! I ll wring its neck that it may ring withal! (Exit) MACBETH She murders creatures as she murders words. Lets hope her cunning does not match the birds.,Reading Non-Fiction,Why do students find it harder to understand non-fiction than fiction?,LITERACY FOR LEARNING,Fiction is more personal. Non-fiction has fewer agents: Holidays were taken at resorts During the 17th century roads became straighter,LITERACY FOR LEARNING,Childrens fiction tends to be chronological. Fiction becomes easier to read; non-fiction presents difficulties all the way through,LITERACY FOR LEARNING,Non-fiction texts rely on linguistic signposts - moreover, therefore, on the other hand. Children who are unfamiliar with these will not read with the same predictive power as they can with fiction,LITERACY FOR LEARNING,Non-fiction tends to have more interrupting constructions: The agouti, a nervous 20-inch rodent from South America, can leap twenty feet from a sitting position Asteroids are lumps of rock and metal whose paths round the sun lie mainly between Jupiter and Mars,LITERACY FOR LEARNING,Fiction uses more active verbs. Non-fiction relies more on the copula (“Oxygen is a gas”) and use of the passive: Some plastics are made by rather than We make plastics by ,LITERACY FOR LEARNING,Non-fiction texts have more complex noun phrases: The remains and shapes of animals and plants are lost in the myriad caves of the region,LITERACY FOR LEARNING,So ,Make non-fiction conventions explicit actively Get English teachers to use more non-fiction Read non-fiction texts aloud Teach students about interrupting and long subjects, connectives, agent-avoidance! Replace comprehension with DARTS (“Glombots”),LITERACY FOR LEARNING,So ,Oh yes and enjoy!,LITERACY FOR LEARNING,Reading Fiction,Multiple Narrative Fun,In thirty-five feet of water, the great fish swam slowly, its tail waving just enough to maintain motion. It saw nothing, for the water was murky with motes of vegetation. The fish had been moving parallel to the shoreline. Now it turned, banking slightly, and followed the bottom gradually upward. The fish perceived more light in the water, but still it saw nothing.,The boy was resting, his arms dangling down, his feet and ankles dipping in and out of the water with each small swell. His head was turned towards shore, and he noticed that he had been carried out beyond what his mother would consider safe. He could see her lying on her towel, and the man and child playing in the wavewash. He was not afraid, for the water was calm and he wasnt really very far from shore only forty yards or so. But he wanted to get closer; otherwise his mother might sit up, spy him, and order him out of the water. He eased himself back a little bit so he could use his feet to help propel himself. He began to kick and paddle towards shore. His arms displaced water almost silently, but his kicking feet made erratic splashes and left swirls of bubbles in his wake.,The fish did not hear the sound, but rather registered the sharp and jerky impulses emitted by the kicks. They were signals, faint but true, and the fish locked on them, homing. It rose, slowly at first, then gaining speed as the signals grew stronger.,The boy stopped for a moment to rest. The signals ceased. The fish slowed, turning its head from side to side, trying to recover them. The boy lay perfectly still, and the fish passed beneath him, skimming the sandy bottom. Again it turned.,The boy resumed paddling. He kicked only every third or fourth stroke; kicking was more exertion than steady paddling. But the occasional kicks sent new signals to the fish. This time it needed to lock on them only an instant, for it was almost directly below the boy. The fish rose. Nearly vertical, it now saw the commotion on the surface. There was no conviction that what thrashed above was food