A Beginning, a Muddle, and an End: The Right Way to Write Writing by Tricia AviA Beginning, a Muddle, and an End: The Right Way to Write Writing by Tricia Avi

A Beginning, a Muddle, and an End: The Right Way to Write Writing

byTricia AviIllustratorTricia Tusa

Hardcover | March 14, 2008

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Avon the snail and Edward the ant are back for another funny - and philosophical - adventure. This time, Avon has decided he wants to be a writer, only to discover that writing is way more difficult than he ever imagined. He finally gets the word Something written down, but there's a problem: What to write next? Luckily, his friend Edward is there to advise.Brimming with wit, wisdom, and humor, this warm and winning tale of two friends on a quest will be enjoyed by readers (and writers) of all ages."
AVI has written many acclaimed books for young readers, including The Secret School, The End of the Beginning, and A Beginning, a Muddle, and an End. His novel Crispin: The Cross of Lead was awarded the Newbery Medal, and Nothing But the Truth: A Documentary Novel and The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle ...
Title:A Beginning, a Muddle, and an End: The Right Way to Write WritingFormat:HardcoverDimensions:176 pages, 6.75 × 5.5 × 0.65 inPublished:March 14, 2008Publisher:Houghton Mifflin HarcourtLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:015205555X

ISBN - 13:9780152055554

Appropriate for ages: 7


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Chapter One In Which Avon Feels Low It was a dull, rainy morning, utterly gloomy. Inside his house, Avon, a rather small snail, was staring at a blank piece of paper that stood before him. Across the room, his friend Edward the ant was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, which was just as blank. Avon sighed. “The truth is, Edward,” he said, “I’ve read a lot of adventures. And I’ve been on my own adventures. But I’m making no progress writing about my adventures.” “I’m so sorry to hear that,” said Edward. “Do you know anything about why?” “I’m pretty sure it’s at the end of the alphabet,” said Avon, “next to Z.” “I mean,” said Edward, “that when writing goes poorly, it sometimes has to do with how you are feeling. Can you tell me how you feel?” “Well, my spirits are . . . down.” “Avon, must I remind you? We live in a tree. You’re actually up.” “Then how can I be so low?” “Avon,” said Edward, “would-be writers often think attitude is most important. More often than not, it’s altitude.” “I’ve never looked at things that way,” said Avon. “Then it’s time for you to look another way,” suggested Edward. “After all, if you’re looking down, it’s only logical to assume you’re up. But if you’re looking up, you must be down. Still, I must advise you, some think it’s best to be neither high nor low, but in the middle.” “I don’t think,” said Avon, “I’ve ever heard anyone say, ‘I’m feeling middle.’” “Perhaps you need to get a grip on yourself,” said Edward. “Edward!” cried Avon. “How can I get a grip when I have no hands?” “My apologies,” said Edward in haste. “I some-times forget that we ants have a lot of hands.” “I always thought they were legs,” said Avon. “It depends.” “On what?” “Sometimes it’s better to have a leg up. Other moments it’s good to be handy.” “My mother thought I was handsome,” said Avon. “I’ve always tried to hold on to that. Will that get me anyplace?” “Avon!” cried Edward. “Don’t go anyplace. Go someplace.” “What’s wrong with anyplace?” “You’ll never find it on a map,” said Edward. “But what does place have to do with writing?” “Avon,” said Edward, “to write well, you need to know where you are going. My guess is that your writing has lost all sense of direction.” “It’s hard for me to have a sense of direction,” said Avon, “when I didn’t even know I was supposed to go someplace.” “Avon, trust me. Great writing depends on your height: low, middle, or high.” “I’d like my writing to be right up there on the top,” said Avon. “Nothing could be easier,” said Edward. “Because living where we do, as I’ve said, up in a tree, you’re halfway there.” “Sounds like a plan,” said Avon. “Perfect,” said Edward. “Because when it comes to writing, it’s wise to start with a plan.” Avon brightened. “My plan has always been to write.” “Exactly,” said Edward. “Write first. You can always figure out what you’ve written later.” Text copyright © 2008 by Avi Illustrations copyright © 2008 by Tricia Tusa All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Requests for permission to make copies of any part of the work should be submitted online at www.harcourt.com/contact or mailed to the following address: Permissions Department, Harcourt, Inc., 6277 Sea Harbor Drive, Orlando, Florida 32887-6777.

Editorial Reviews

Kirkus ReviewsInvertebrate and inadvertent punsters Avon the snail and Edward the ant explore new territory: storytelling. While Avon sets his cap at writing about-instead of undertaking-an adventure, Edward provides him with encouragement and advice. What makes a good story? How do you write one? Avon grapples with these large and challenging questions in 17 dialogue-filled short chapters, jam-packed with double meanings and plays on words and ideas. There's not much plot here for readers who require action and activity, but Avi's protagonists continue to radiate plenty of unprepossessing charm and kindness toward each other and the world around. Tusa's simple line drawings capture a snail's-eye view of the world of tree, leaf and bird, and bestow a droll sincerity on the faces of Avon and Edward. (Fiction. 8-12)