The Miraculous Journey Of Edward Tulane

Paperback | July 28, 2009

byKate DiCamilloIllustratorBagram Ibatoulline

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Once, in a house on Egypt Street, there lived a china rabbit named Edward Tulane. The rabbit was very pleased with himself, and for good reason: he was owned by a girl named Abilene, who adored him completely. And then, one day, he was lost. . . .

Kate DiCamillo takes us on an extraordinary journey, from the depths of the ocean to the net of a fisherman, from the bedside of an ailing child to the bustling streets of Memphis. Along the way, we are shown a miracle -- that even a heart of the most breakable kind can learn to love, to lose, and to love again.

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Once, in a house on Egypt Street, there lived a china rabbit named Edward Tulane. The rabbit was very pleased with himself, and for good reason: he was owned by a girl named Abilene, who adored him completely. And then, one day, he was lost. . . . Kate DiCamillo takes us on an extraordinary journey, from the depths of the ocean to the net of a fisherman, from the bedside of an ailing child to the ...

KATE DICAMILLO is the author of THE TALE of DESPEREAUX which received the Newbery Medal; BECAUSE of WINN-DIXIE, which received a Newbery Honor; THE TIGER RISING, which was named a National Book Award Finalist; and, most recently, the MERCY WATSON stories. She says, "One Christmas, I received an elegantly dressed toy rabbit as a gift. I brought him home, placed him on a chair in my living room, and promptly forgot abo...

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:228 pages, 7.75 × 6.5 × 0.66 inPublished:July 28, 2009Publisher:Candlewick PressLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0763647837

ISBN - 13:9780763647834

Appropriate for ages: 9 - 12

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from "Fantastic" Kate, you've out done yourself in this book as almost every page I read, it's like it gave a tear to my eye, and this is the same guy who still thinks the Hunger Games isn't that violent. But this is a really funny, sad and adventurous story and the writing just makes you silent and so into the book like you were born just to read this book. A masterpiece of everything a book should look like on the shelf. TheBookReviewer
Date published: 2013-06-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Absolutely riveting My 10 year old daughter received this book from my parents for Christmas last year (at age 9). I read it to her, she loved it and has since had it read to her and her class by the school librarian upon her recommendation! Last weekend she read it for herself and couldn't put it down. She loved it so much she is doing a book talk on it for school. I would recommend it to anyone! A very well written and the illustrations are fabulous. We are now looking for a sequel! Thank you for such a marvelous adventure!
Date published: 2008-12-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Delightful and touching This is a great book for a kid to read to him/herself. But if you are like me, you will want to read it with him. It is a well written, smart story about life, loss and love that appealed to my 8 year old and to his 40 year old mother! I wish there were more stories like this around. A simply wonderful book.
Date published: 2007-07-07
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Miraculous Reading Journey DiCamillo's The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane is a modern classic. It is the beautiful journey of a stiff and pious china rabbit named Edward Tulane. Edward is quite selfish. Although the little girl Abilene who owns Edward loves him very much, Edward himself does not reciprocate these sentiments. Edward's primary concern is himself and that those around him think so as well. One day as Abilene and her family are on a boat, Edward meets fate head-on in the form of a unfortunate disaster. Over the course of Edward's journey, he encounters many interesting characters who unknowingly show Edward what it means to give your love away. Dicamillo's words combined with Ibatoulline's illustrations are magical. This book is a permanant fixture to my coffee table and a perfect gift for a reader of any age. Thank you DiCamillo for this extraordinary adventure!
Date published: 2006-07-09
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Just wants to make you keep reading! Good. Some parts were sad. It kept my interest. I would recommend it.
Date published: 2006-06-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Beautiful Nursery Tale Award winner DiCamillo's latest book is a story of love and friendship. It features the china rabbit doll Edward as he journeys from place to place and family to family. As he progresses he learns love and appreciation for each home. This book uses all the best tools of childrens literature to tell the story of a toy who learns how important it is to be part of a loving family. Despite a predicatable ending, this book will delight any child (or parent) who can identify with the message of family.
Date published: 2006-02-05

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CHAPTER ONEOnce, in a house on Egypt Street, there lived a rabbit who was made almost entirely of china. He had china arms and china legs, china paws and a china head, a china torso and a china nose. His arms and legs were jointed and joined by wire so that his china elbows and china knees could be bent, giving him much freedom of movement.His ears were made of real rabbit fur, and beneath the fur, there were strong, bendable wires, which allowed the ears to be arranged into poses that reflected the rabbit’s mood - jaunty, tired, full of ennui. His tail, too, was made of real rabbit fur and was fluffy and soft and well shaped.The rabbit’s name was Edward Tulane, and he was tall. He measured almost three feet from the tip of his ears to the tip of his feet; his eyes were painted a penetrating and intelligent blue.In all, Edward Tulane felt himself to be an exceptional specimen. Only his whiskers gave him pause. They were long and elegant (as they should be), but they were of uncertain origin. Edward felt quite strongly that they were not the whiskers of a rabbit. Whom the whiskers had belonged to initially - what unsavory animal - was a question that Edward could not bear to consider for too long. And so he did not. He preferred, as a rule, not to think unpleasant thoughts.Edward’s mistress was a ten-year-old, dark-haired girl named Abilene Tulane, who thought almost as highly of Edward as Edward thought of himself. Each morning after she dressed herself for school, Abilene dressed Edward.The china rabbit was in possession of an extraordinary wardrobe composed of handmade silk suits. . . . Each pair of well-cut pants had a small pocket for Edward’s gold pocket watch. Abilene wound this watch for him each morning."Now, Edward," she said to him after she was done winding the watch, "when the big hand is on the twelve and the little hand is on the three, I will come home to you."She placed Edward on a chair in the dining room and positioned the chair so that Edward was looking out the window and could see the path that led up to the Tulane front door. Abilene balanced the watch on his left leg. She kissed the tips of his ears, and then she left and Edward spent the day staring out at Egypt Street, listening to the tick of his watch and waiting.Of all the seasons of the year, the rabbit most preferred winter, for the sun set early then and the dining-room windows became dark and Edward could see his own reflection in the glass. And what a reflection it was! What an elegant figure he cut! Edward never ceased to be amazed at his own fineness.In the evening, Edward sat at the dining-room table with the other members of the Tulane family: Abilene; her mother and father; and Abilene’s grandmother, who was called Pellegrina. True, Edward’s ears barely cleared the tabletop, and true also, he spent the duration of the meal staring straight ahead at nothing but the bright and blinding white of the tablecloth. But he was there, a rabbit at the table.Abilene’s parents found it charming that Abilene considered Edward real, and that she sometimes requested that a phrase or story be repeated because Edward had not heard it."Papa," Abilene would say, "I’m afraid that Edward didn’t catch that last bit."Abilene’s father would then turn in the direction of Edward’s ears and speak slowly, repeating what he had just said for the benefit of the china rabbit. Edward pretended, out of courtesy to Abilene, to listen. But, in truth, he was not very interested in what people had to say. And also, he did not care for Abilene’s parents and their condescending manner toward him. All adults, in fact, condescended to him.Only Abilene’s grandmother spoke to him as Abilene did, as one equal to another. Pellegrina was very old. She had a large, sharp nose and bright, black eyes that shone like dark stars. It was Pellegrina who was responsible for Edward’s existence. It was she who had commissioned his making, she who had ordered his silk suits and his pocket watch, his jaunty hats and his bendable ears, his fine leather shoes and his jointed arms and legs, all from a master craftsman in her native France. It was Pellegrina who had given him as a gift to Abilene on her seventh birthday.And it was Pellegrina who came each night to tuck Abilene into her bed and Edward into his."Will you tell us a story, Pellegrina?" Abilene asked her grandmother each night."Not tonight, lady," said Pellegrina."When?" asked Abilene. "What night?""Soon," said Pellegrina. "Soon there will be a story."And then she turned off the light, and Edward and Abilene lay in the dark of the bedroom."I love you, Edward," Abilene said each night after Pellegrina had left. She said those words and then she waited, almost as if she expected Edward to say something in return.Edward said nothing. He said nothing because, of course, he could not speak. He lay in his small bed next to Abilene’s large one. He stared up at the ceiling and listened to the sound of her breath entering and leaving her body, knowing that soon she would be asleep. Because Edward’s eyes were painted on and he could not close them, he was always awake.Sometimes, if Abilene put him into his bed on his side instead of on his back, he could see through the cracks in the curtains and out into the dark night. On clear nights, the stars shone, and their pinprick light comforted Edward in a way that he could not quite understand. Often, he stared at the stars all night until the dark finally gave way to dawn.