The Mysterious Woods of Whistle Root

The Mysterious Woods of Whistle Root

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by Christopher Pennell

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A little girl who can only sleep during the day grows from something of an isolated town oddity to the heiress of an ancient legacy of magic and music.

     Exquisitely illustrated, this gentle, satisfying young fantasy is filled with unforgettable, quirky characters  and imagery. A perfect read-aloud, it shows how one can find


A little girl who can only sleep during the day grows from something of an isolated town oddity to the heiress of an ancient legacy of magic and music.

     Exquisitely illustrated, this gentle, satisfying young fantasy is filled with unforgettable, quirky characters  and imagery. A perfect read-aloud, it shows how one can find friends in the unlikeliest of places—windowsills, rabbit burrows, the library.
    Debut author Christopher Pennell casts a spell with his irresistible adventure while illustrator Rebecca Bond's pen-and-ink drawings perfectly capture this atmospheric world and contribute to the feel of a timeless classic. Step into the mysterious woods of Whistle Root and feel the magic.

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"An enchanting, fast-paced fantasy in the vein of E. B. White."

"Charming black-and-white illustrations add to the overall effect of the story, which will remind readers of beloved works by Kate DiCamillo and E. B. White. . . . It's all rather old-fashioned and quite lovely."
School Library Journal

Children's Literature - Paula McMillen
Orphaned at just five years of age, Carly Bean Bitters lives with a spinster aunt who works at the doll factory in the town of Whistle Root. Carly hardly ever sees her aunt, however, because the older woman goes to sleep almost as soon as she gets home and Carly is only truly awake at night. No matter what the doctors try, Carly sleeps during the day and stays awake all night; it is a pretty lonely existence. Stranger things than usual have been happening in the town of Whistle Root this summer. People often hear music playing on moonlit nights, but no one knows where it comes from. This summer, however, vegetables have started appearing on people's rooftops, including Carly's. Sitting by her window one night waiting to spy whoever might have left the current squash, Carly hears a small voice ask her if she can play the horn. Lo and behold, it is a talking rat, carrying a tiny fiddle. Lewis explains to Carly that every band has to have three members—one for the fiddle, one for the horn and one for the drum. He is hoping the squash will learn to play the drum before it rots. His former band mates have unfortunately been carried off by the owls—yet another strange occurrence. Previously the owls used to dance to the rats' music, not eat them. Some evil force is at work in the woods of Whistle Root and Carly must get to the bottom of it to save her new friend. She finds an unlikely ally when school starts up and she meets Green Pitcher, a boy with red hair, who has found some old books in the dark recesses of the school library that might shed light on what is happening. This is a whimsical and enchanting story, just right for middle readers who love a little fantasy and mystery. Wonderful pen and ink drawings enliven the tale and bring key scenes to life. A great addition to a school, public, or personal library. Reviewer: Paula McMillen, Ph.D.
Children's Literature - Natalie Gurr
Carly Bean Bitters has a problem. Every night as the town quietly dreams, Carly remains impossibly awake. She sits in her chair, sips her tea, reads her books, and waits for dawn to arrive so she can finally drift to sleep. After eleven years of trying to help her, the doctors remain hopelessly stumped. Carly is not the only oddity in the small town of Whistle Root. Vegetables appear on rooftops; the Whistle Trees blow their roots; and, if one listens carefully, rats can be heard playing tunes in the moonlight. One fateful, moonlit night, Carly meets Lewis, a fiddling rat who needs someone to play the horn. Carly is more than willing to pass the lonely nights with Lewis, and so begins her adventure into the magical world surrounding Whistle Root—where rats fly on the wind, hats provide excellent advice, and mysterious monsters whisper plots in the dark. Charming black-and-white illustrations complement this whimsical tale about a young girl finding her purpose in the world. Recommended for children of all ages. Reviewer: Natalie Gurr; Ages 8 to 12.
School Library Journal
Gr 4–6—This delightful first novel tells the tale of Carly Bean Bitters, an orphan who only sleeps during the day. Living with an uncaring aunt, the 11-year-old is lonely until a violin-playing rat named Lewis recruits her for his moonlit musical trio. She meets a number of his friends who are in danger from owls that are suddenly hostile. She also encounters the dangerous Griddlebeast, intent on destroying Whistle Root Woods. It's up to Carly; her new friend, Green; and his granny to save the precious forest. Charming black-and-white illustrations add to the overall effect of the story, which will remind readers of beloved works by Kate DiCamillo and E. B. White. Pennell offers marvelous characters, incorporates a mythical story within the story, gives readers a suspenseful plot, and creates a genuinely creepy and amoral villain. It's all rather old-fashioned and quite lovely.—B. Allison Gray, Goleta Public Library, CA
Kirkus Reviews
A strange, whimsical debut that may never quite convince readers why they should care about it. Carly Bean Bitters is a likable 11-year-old with a strange malady: She is awake at night and sleeps during the day. This allows her to notice a strange phenomenon—a squash that appears on her roof. Carly soon meets Lewis, a musician and a rat, who explains that the squash is a member of his band, taking the place of a rat who has been abducted by owls. When Lewis introduces Carly to the other members of his rat community in the Whistle Root woods, she learns that the owls' current behavior is abnormal—they used to dance to the rats' moonlight tunes before they suddenly began snatching them. Thus begins a bizarre journey for Carly, who must discover the reason behind the owls' sudden change of heart and other strange occurrences in the woods and her town. Though the back story behind the Whistle Root wood and various characters' behavior is eventually explained, the explanations themselves are often disjointed and don't quite add up. This feeling of arbitrariness makes it hard for readers to engage with the rats' plight. While this quiet book achieves a timeless feel—being identifiably set neither in our world nor in another—this cannot atone for a history of the magical woods and creatures that sometimes feels nonsensical. (Fantasy. 8-10)

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The Dancing Owls

In a small town called Whistle Root, rats play music in the moonlight. They play on the very rooftops there. You can hear them if you listen closely in the middle of the night when there’s a slight breeze blowing. Who knows why they like breezes, but they do. And moonlight. You’ll never hear a rat playing music without moonlight.
   The music can be scary. It sounds as if someone left a radio playing in the closet. But if you’re brave enough to look in the closet, you won’t find anything. And if you’re even braver and look out your window, the music will stop completely.
   All of which leads me to the story of a girl named Carly who looked out the window of her upstairs room one night and saw a squash sitting on the roof.

Now, vegetables had been appearing on roofs all over Whistle Root for several weeks that summer. So when Carly looked out her window and saw the squash sitting there, it wasn’t a complete surprise.
   Still, it’s odd seeing vegetables on the roof. We expect to see them in the garden or on our dinner plates. We don’t expect to look out our windows and see them staring back at us.
   But Carly felt more curious than scared. She opened her window and waited to see if anything else would appear. She waited for the music to start again too, which had caused her to look out the window in the first place.
   But there was just the moonlight and the squash and a slight breeze blowing.
   “I notice that you have a squash on your roof, dear,” said one of her older neighbors, walking by late one evening. “How lovely. I only have broccoli.”

Carly’s full name was Carly Bean Bitters. Her parents had named her partly after a great-great-grandmother named Magritta Bean, whom everybody had just called Gritty. Carly had to be thankful that she hadn’t ended up being named Gritty Bitters.
   Carly was small for her age, which was eleven years old. Her hair was dark and her skin was pale. Strangely, she had never been able to sleep at night. She could only sleep during the day. It was a troublesome affliction, a contrary clock, and there was nothing she could do to change it.
   “She hasn’t got an ailment . . . she’s just an oddity,” Carly had overheard her doctor say once, after none of the pills he had prescribed to make her sleep at night had worked.
   Every night Carly stayed in her room, drinking hot tea and sitting in her chair by the little brick fireplace she felt so lucky to have. She read books, waiting for the sun to rise so that she could finally go to sleep and leave the lonely, wakeful hours behind.
   She also dreamed of a life in the sunlight, outside of her little room that too often felt like a prison, despite its coziness.
   But that was asking too much, she knew.
   She would settle for a friend.

Carly watched the roof every night from her window; she wanted to see if whatever had left the squash would come back. But several days passed and the squash began to rot and attract flies. Birds picked at it and took pieces away to eat. And then the rain came and washed what was left of it off the roof.
   Eventually, Carly stopped watching from her window.
   But moonlight and summer breezes always return. And one day, there was a brand-new squash sitting in the exact same spot as the one that had recently rotted.
   That night, Carly kept her window open and sat in a chair beside it, watching the roof again. She was startled when she heard someone ask, “Excuse me, can you play the horn?”
   There on the windowsill was a rat holding a fiddle and a little red horn.
   “You see, I can’t perform with just the squash,” said the rat. “And it would be a great embarrassment to have two vegetables in the band. I really shouldn’t ask you but the owls took poor Fenny last night.”
   Carly didn’t know what to say, since she hadn’t understood what the rat was talking about. “Are you the one who put the squash on the roof?” she finally asked.
   “Of course,” said the rat. “Fenny and I had to have someone to play the drum.”
   “The squash plays the drum?” asked Carly.
   “No, not really,” the rat replied with a sigh.
   A breeze came in through the open window and moved the curtains gently. The light from a full moon cast a blue glow over Carly’s room.
   “It’s such a good night for music,” said the rat. “We really shouldn’t waste it.”

“My name’s Lewis,” the rat told Carly, and handed the little red horn to her. “And this is Fenny’s horn. You’ll have to learn to play it, of course, but mainly you just blow into it and think sad or happy thoughts.”
   They were standing on the roof and Carly held the horn, which was about as big as her little finger.
   “How did you get the squash onto the roof?” she asked. “It’s bigger than you are.”
   “It’s a simple matter of breezes,” explained Lewis. “We ride the breezes to the rooftops. And a breeze is certainly strong enough to carry a squash. Now remember, sad songs are slower than happy songs.” And with that advice, he began to play a sad song on his fiddle that made Carly think of the moon. She blew into the little red horn and thought sad thoughts and made sad music too. As she played she watched the moon, which was just above the treetops. She was frightened when she saw shadows fly across its face.
   “What were those?” she asked.
   Lewis stopped playing.
   “It’s the owls,” he said. “But it doesn’t look like they’re heading for our rooftop. We should be safe tonight.”
   “Why did they take your friend Fenny?”
   “To eat him, I suppose. And before that they took Walter. That’s why Fenny and I had to bring the squash here. A band has to have three members, you know. No more and no less. One for the fiddle, one for the horn, and one for the drum.”
   “But the squash can’t play the drum,” said Carly.
   “Oh, I know that,” said Lewis. “But he could always learn to play, couldn’t he? If he would just practice, I mean. He has at least a week before he begins to rot.”

Several nights passed and Lewis visited Carly on each one. He was a wonderful fiddler, and Carly loved listening to his music and learning to play the horn along with him. After so many years of sitting alone in her room, it felt as if a new world had appeared, right outside her window.
   But it was a world of danger, too.
   “That horn is very old,” Lewis said on the fourth night. “Please be careful with it.”
   Carly picked up the little red horn. She had been startled by shadows flying near the house and had dropped it on the roof. “Why don’t we play in my room?” she asked as she looked around nervously. “We’d be much safer there.”
   Lewis looked at Carly as if she had said something ridiculous. “We always play outside in the moonlight.”
   “Well, maybe we could play on the ground then. There are more places to hide from the owls down there.”
   “We always play up high,” said Lewis.
   “But that doesn’t make sense!” said Carly. “Why do you make it so easy for the owls to get you?”
   Lewis plucked the strings of his fiddle and stared at the empty roof next to theirs. “The owls never bothered us before,” he finally said. “I should think they’ll start dancing again soon.”
   “Dancing?” said Carly in surprise.
   “Well, it’s more like they hop from foot to foot and flap their wings. But I don’t know what you’d call it if not dancing.”
   “They used to dance when you played music?”
   “Of course. They would listen from the trees and dance on the branches. It’s always been that way and I’m sure it will be that way again. But they won’t start dancing if we don’t play any music. Shall we play another song?”
   Carly sighed. She had learned that there was little point talking to Lewis when he was ready to play music. They were about to begin when a large shadow flew over them and headed toward the trees just outside Carly’s yard. While they watched, it turned and flew back toward them, slowly at first but then with increasing speed.
   “Keep playing!” yelled Lewis as he began to fiddle faster.
   But Carly was too scared to play the little horn. She turned to jump back through her window. As she did, something sharp grabbed her shoulders and lifted her off the rooftop.

Meet the Author

CHRISTOPHER PENNELL studied briefly at Yale but graduated from the University of Texas at Austin with degrees in German and Psychology. The Mysterious Woods of Whistle Root is his first novel, which he began writing after he and his wife moved into a house with a small woods behind it and their daughter was born.

REBECCA BOND grew up in the tiny village of Peacham in northeastern Vermont. When she is not having fun painting and writing, Rebecca is busy fixing up her new (to her) old house in a neighborhood in Jamaica Plain, Boston.

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Stardust_Fiddle More than 1 year ago
Carly Bean Bitters, an eleven-year-old orphan, has always been different. She sleeps during the day and stays awake at night, which is problematic during the school year. One night she hears music on the roof and upon investigating comes upon a rat named Lewis. From that moment on, Carly finds herself thrust into a fantastic world beyond her wildest dreams—a world in which she might play a vital role. The mysterious woods in Whistle Root are changing, and the animals and even the people are in danger because something that happened centuries earlier is happening again. “The Mysterious Woods of Whistle Root” is a highly imaginative work of children’s fiction, a beautiful story of fantasy and inspiration that will appeal to children between the ages of eight and twelve. Younger children might enjoy having this story read to them, although a few thematic elements might be frightening. Charming black-and-white sketched illustrations enhance the appeal of this book, as do the themes of loyalty and courage. The story is dreamlike and told in the spirit of such works as C.S. Lewis’ Narnia series, Madeleine L’Engle’s “A Wrinkle in Time,” and E.B. White’s “Charlotte’s Web.”
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is my favorite book!!!! I have read it three times this year and bought it for two of my friends.  It is very magical and cool.  If you love a good mystery, this is your book!