I spent awhile at the bookstore yesterday, and ended up buying Kate DiCamillo’s newest book, The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane.Â I read the entire book this afternoon, and what a wonderful book it is!Â The story is about Edward Tulane, a 3-ft high rabbit made almost entirely of china.Â It’s a tale of Edward’s life and adventures as he grows a heart capable of embracing love and all the hurts and joys that come with it.Â
The story reminds me of The Velveteen Rabbit who wanted to be “real.”Â Initially EdwardÂ is content being self-involved and vain.Â He learns to love, but he also learns that love isn’t always wonderful.Â It involves pain and sadness, too.Â After many mishaps heÂ decides not to open his heart again. The ending is predictable but still touching.
One could make a unit of study on quotes from the book. Some examples:
Whom the whiskers had belonged to initially – what unsavory animal – wasÂ a question that Edward could not bear to consider for too long.Â And so he did not.Â He preferred, as a rule, not to think of unpleasant thoughts.
Edward felt something damp in his ears. Abilene’s tears, he supposed.Â He wished that she would not hold him so tight.Â To be clutched so fiercely often resulted in wrinkled clothing.
Edward, for lack of anything better to do, began to think. He thought about the stars . . . . Never in my life, he thought, have I been farther away from the stars than I am now.
“Perhaps,” said the man, “you would like to be lost with us.Â I have found it much more agreeable to be lost in the company of others.”
Edward knew what it was like to say over and over again the names of those you had left behind.Â He knew what it was like to miss someone.Â And so he lsitened. And in his listening, his heart opened wide and then wider still.
You are down there alone, the stars seemed to say to him.Â And we are up here, in our constellations, together.
I have been loved, Edward told the stars.
So? said the stairs.Â What difference does that make when you are all alone now?
Look at me, he said to her.Â His arms and legs jerked.Â Look at me.Â You got your wish.Â I have learned how to love.Â And it’s a terrible thing.Â I’m broken. My heart is broken.Â Help me.
“Two options only,” he said.Â “And your friend chose option two.Â He gave you up so that you could be healed.Â Extraordinary, really.”
“I have already been loved,” said Edward.Â “I have been loved by a girl named Abilene.Â I have been loved by a fisherman and his wife and a hobo and his dog.Â I have been loved by a boy who played the harmonica and by a girl who died.Â Don’t talk to me about love,” he said.Â “I have known love.”
He prided himself on not hoping, on not allowing his heart to lift inside of him.Â He prided himself on keeping his heart silent, immobile, closed tight.
I am done with hope, thought Edward Tulane.
The old doll said, “I wonder who will come for me this time. Someone will come.Â Someone always comes.Â Who will it be?”
“You disappoint me greatly.Â If you have no intention of loving or being loved, then the whole journey is pointless.”
I got carried away with quotes.Â There are so many good ones. If you want a book that will make you think, that will show both the good and bad of life, then this would be an excellent choice for you.
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