So inspiring: the classic tale of a cold-hearted little toy rabbit who finally learns how to love. Beautiful, touch-your-soul storytelling by the author of The Tale of Despereaux. Edward Tulane is a toy rabbit who loves only himself and no one else; not even the little girl who adores him. Until, one day, he is lost… Falling overboard on a voyage from New York to London, Edward is forced to make a dangerous journey. Along the way, will he finally learn what it means to give and receive love?

Winner of the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award

An epic and magical story of love, losing and finding

Kate DiCamillo has twice won the coveted Newbery Medal

Her bestselling books include The Tale of Despereaux

Product Details

Catalogue number

8375 in EU International Education Catalogue 2018 and 5213 in Rewards Catalogue 2017/18

Format

Paperback

ISBN

9781406360660

Publisher

Walker Books Ltd

Date published

March 5th, 2015

Other details

208 pages

Condition

New

UK edition

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Kate DiCamillo Pack x 4

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The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane x 30

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The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane x 6

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Author/Illustrator

Kate DiCamillo

When I was 5 years old, I moved with my mother and brother from Philadelphia to a small town in Florida. People talked more slowly there and said words I had never heard before, like “ain’t” and “y’all” and “ma’am.” Everybody knew everybody else. Even if they didn’t, they acted like they did. It was all so different from what I had known before, and I fell swiftly and madly in love.

I also grew up with a dog I loved — a black standard poodle named Nanette. I spent a lot of time dressing Nanette up — in a green ballet tutu and then later like a disco dancer. She was a wonderful, very accommodating dog.

I was a very sickly kid, and suffered from chronic pneumonia, which is why we moved to the warm southern climate. I think being ill contributed to my development as a writer. I learned early on to entertain myself by reading. I learned to rely on stories as a way of understanding the world. I read everything I could, and some of my favorites were The Twenty-One Balloons, The Secret Garden, The Yearling, Ribsy, and a book called Somebody Else’s Shoes.

Writing my own stories had always been one of my dreams, but I didn’t start until I was 29. I was working in a book warehouse and was assigned to the third floor where all the children’s books were. For four and a half years, I spent all day, every day around children’s books and it wasn’t long before I fell in love with them.

I also discovered how much time and work goes into creating stories. In college, teachers often complimented me on my writing, and I made the mistake of believing I had a talent for it. I finally realized that talent really doesn’t have anything to do with it, but working does. So five days a week, I get up, drink a cup of coffee, and then go to the computer and write. Two pages a day are what I ask of myself. I never want to write, but I’m always glad that I have done it. It takes me about a year to finish a book.

I wrote Because of Winn-Dixie because I was homesick for Florida (I live in Minneapolis) and because I wanted a dog and couldn’t have one (I lived in an apartment building that didn’t permit them). It allowed me to go home and to spend time with a dog of the highest order. As for the other characters, I never know where they come from; I just feel happy and lucky when they choose me to tell their stories. India Opal Buloni seems so real to me, I don’t think I could have made her up. Rather, I feel like I discovered her.

The most rewarding part of being a writer is when people tell me my stories have meant something to them. Also, I’ve gotten letters from kids who say they didn’t like to read until they read Because of Winn-Dixie, and now they like books. That’s an amazing thing. It makes me feel like the small stories I tell matter.

If you want to be a writer, write a little bit every day. Pay attention to the world around you. Stories are hiding, waiting everywhere. You just have to open your eyes and your heart.