I know that there are several popular and well-used modes of 3rd person POV. You have omniscient, limited third, distant third, middle third, epistolary and a few other I forget. I know that the POV a writer chooses and how they write it makes it unique, it's their voice. But how do you know what you're writing isn't sort of....illiterate? I read of one 3rd person POV which was a combination of 3rd and first. It doesn't jump from first person POV to 3rd every chapter or paragraph. It's like the reader is sitting on the grandpa's knee as he tells the story. At times in this book the narrator addresses the reader. But this is, apparently, not wise as addressing the reader in that way in a 3rd person book would break the illusion of reality set by the book. I'm not going for that POV but I'm not sure if a few pieces of my WIP fit with the rest of the story.
Here's a few pieces:
'Heading to the door they encountered a problem. A five pound, copper-feathered, chicken with serious attitude. It leapt over the zucchini with a wild caw, wings flapping and talons flashing.'
'A rolling field of toys was booby trapped with pillow forts, landmines of barbies and toy soldiers and the edges riddled with fallen stacks of paper, wet paintings, open paint tubes and the still wet brushes laying on the floor. The entire place screamed “Kids were here!” If Clara or Owen saw this they were all dead. Deader than dead. There would be no resurrection or after life.'
'Its massive body struck the ground of dirt and rocks, kicking up swirling clouds of dirt around its belly and flippers. Its large tail served as a ballast as it shifted backward, allowing its long neck to lower the large-square head to Rick’s eye level. Its eyes narrowed as it realized it was just another spectator: Eyes goggling, mouth open and if that lolling tongue wasn’t slobbering the glass enough the puffs of breath were fogging it just fine. It let out a puff of water and tiny air bubbles at Rick as it swam away. The rush of water and bubbles against the glass was like a heavy rain on a metal roof. Rick fell back on his butt, heart racing.
“Nice to meet you too.” He snorted. “And I’m not a pip squeak.” He took four steps when he stopped. Why had he said that? It hadn’t said anything, it couldn’t even speak!'
'Slowly it unlatched itself from the cage and dropped to its shelf. Rick took a better look at the cat. IT WAS HUGE! Rick thought a siberian tiger was fierce looking but it was a duckling compared to that thing!'
Does this sound like any intrusions of a first person POV? Or does it seem centered in limited 3rd?