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This Newbery-Honor winning tale introduces Whittington, a roughneck Tom who arrives one day at a barn full of rescued animals and asks for a place there. He spins for the animals—as well as for Ben and Abby, the kids whose grandfather does the rescuing—a yarn about his ancestor, the nameless cat who brought Dick Whittington to the heights of wealth and power in 16th-century England. This is an unforgettable tale about the healing, transcendent power of storytelling, and how ...
This Newbery-Honor winning tale introduces Whittington, a roughneck Tom who arrives one day at a barn full of rescued animals and asks for a place there. He spins for the animals—as well as for Ben and Abby, the kids whose grandfather does the rescuing—a yarn about his ancestor, the nameless cat who brought Dick Whittington to the heights of wealth and power in 16th-century England. This is an unforgettable tale about the healing, transcendent power of storytelling, and how learning to read saves one little boy.
Whittington, a feline descendant of Dick Whittington's famous cat of English folklore, appears at a rundown barnyard plagued by rats and restores harmony while telling his ancestor's story.
Alan Armstrong's novel (Random, 2005), a Newbery Honor book, is actually about two different Whittingtons and a boy named Ben. First, we meet Whittington the tomcat who is forced to leave his home and goes off in search of a home and a family to call his own. He soon meets Lady the Duck who invites him to live with her and the other inhabitants of a barn owned by a kindly man, Bernie, who has two grandchildren—Abby and Ben. Ben is dyslexic and is having trouble in school, so the animals start reading lessons in the barn. When the lessons are done for the day, Whittington the cat tells a story about his namesake, "Dick Whittington and the Cat." Young Dick Whittington leaves his grandmother for the "golden streets of London," only to find that they are far from golden. The three characters—Whittington the cat, Ben, and Dick Whittington—come to realize that they must learn how to trust if they are ever going to overcome the obstacles in their lives. Joel Rooks's narration brings all the characters to life in this delightful story, making listeners feel like they are in the barn sharing the secrets of the animals and the children. A wonderful addition to school or public library collections.
—Traci GlassCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
The Man Whittington Named Himself After
Bernie had to leave while he could still get the truck up. The kids wanted to stay. He said okay. Abby had a watch; he’d collect them at three by the highway.
They could hear the storm. The wind sent flakes in through the cracks and the broken-out window up top. Ben shivered. The Lady had the kids pull down fresh hay. It fluffed up and smelled like summer. She made the horses lie down close together and had the kids snuggle next to them. She settled herself on one fluff, Couraggio on another. The bantams made a show of flying up to the rafters and perching where they could look over everything in comfort.
The cat was full of tuna. He wanted to lie down in a warm place too. The Lady told him to get up on the stall railing where everybody could see him.
“Now go on with your story,” she said.
“Story? What story?” the kids chorused.
Whittington shook himself. “This is the story of rats and the cats that hunt them. Rats carry the fleas that carry plague. Plague makes your groin and underarms swell up and your tongue turn black. You get buboes and spots and foam at the mouth and die in agony. It’s called the Black Death.
“Dick Whittington’s cat won him a fortune because she was a rat-hunter. Centuries before they figured out what plague was and how it spread, people knew that a good rat-hunter could save your life.
“The man I’m named for was born about the time the Black Death hacked through England like a filthy knife. By the time he was five years old a quarter of his town was empty. It was a horrible loneliness.
“His family was poor. The soil was thin and ill-tended. There wasn’t enough food. There were no schools. The grandmother who lived with his family taught him to read. The priest had taught her. There were no printed books. She copied out things on scraps of stiffened cloth and scraped animal skins called parchments. She wrote down remedies, recipes, family records, and Bible passages the priest taught her.
“She smelled of the oils, herbs, and mint she used in the remedies she made. She was a midwife and a healer, one of the cunning folk they called her. The priest taught her reading and writing so she could copy recipes for remedies and keep the parish records. Dick gathered simples for her. He had a good eye. That was his work. Other boys his age picked stones from fields, gleaned corn, scared crows, drove geese. If you were idle you didn’t eat.”
“What are simples?” the Lady wanted to know. The kids nodded. They didn’t know either.
“Plants,” the cat said. “They made medicine then from leaves and blossoms, sap, roots. Dick’s grandmother boiled and ground plants into ointments and syrups to heal people.”
“We fowl do that,” the Lady said, looking at Couraggio. “When we’re ill we know what to eat to get better.”
“We do too,” said Abby. “When we’re sick to the stomach Gran makes tea from the mint that grows around and stuff for hurts from tansy, the plant with yellow button flowers.”
“For colds she makes yarrow tonic and rose-hip paste,” said Ben. “She puts honey in the tonic. The rose stuff is bitter.”
“When I’m sick I eat new grass,” the cat said.
“Okay,” said the Lady. “Go on with your story.”
“Dick was always surprised how warm his grandmother was when they sat close together. She read aloud the same things over and over, leading with her finger as she sounded out the letters. What he read to himself at first was what he remembered hearing as he followed her hand. He’d mouth the words as he went along, sounding them out. Not many of his time knew how to read and few of those learned silent reading. He was a mumbling reader all his life.
“One afternoon in the village he saw a gold coin. He’d been loitering around a stout stranger hoping to perform some service and earn a tip when the man went into the baker’s. Dick followed him in and watched as the stranger bought a halfpenny’s worth of bread. The stranger got three round wheat loaves, honey-colored and heavy. He stuffed two into his coat and gave one to the boy. The man fumbled in his purse for a coin. He held it out for Dick to see. It was the size of a fingernail, stamped with a face. It gleamed like nothing Dick had ever seen before. What impressed him almost as much as its gleam was how carefully the baker studied it and weighed it and how many coins he gave in change.
“Then one day outside the inn he overheard a carter telling the men helping him unload barrels of cider that he had heard from a man who had been there that London’s streets were paved with gold and all the people were plump and healthy.
“That night Dick had a dream. He dreamed he went to London and became the stout stranger, filling his purse with the small gleaming rounds of gold that lay like pebbles in the streets. He went to the baker and stuffed his pockets, he went to the inn and was served roast meat and cider. In his dream he was never hungry again. He wore warm clothes and was never cold again either.
“He had heard talk that he was to be put in service to a tanner, a hard man who beat his boys and fed them poorly. Working with hides was a dirty, stinking business. The boys had to scrape off rotting flesh and hair and lift the heavy skins in and out of the tanbark vats. A boy in the tanner’s service had hawked up blood and died. Dick figured he’d better get out on his own pretty quick.”
Posted October 10, 2011
Whittington is a great book by Alan Armstrong. It is about a cat, his name is Whittington, and he lost his home when he got threw out by his owners. Whittington ran away for almost 2 weeks, and he came back with chunks of his skin and chunks of his fur missing, because he was as his owners called him a "Bad Cat", because all he ever did was get in trouble, he always would fight, dig in the furniture, and tear out the trash. So the day he came back they thought that it wasn't Whittington, because he looked horrible, because of his battle wounds. So they threw him out, and he ran into a duck, named Lady. Lady was the "Boss" of a farm, if she told anyone to do anything, they would do it! So, Whittington asked her "How is your day going Ma'am" and Lady said "Great how is yours?" He said "Good, kind of, my owners threw me out and now I have no home." Lady said "Well, you are more than welcome to stay here with us we have many open spaces in the farm and a lot of animals to help you around the farm." So, Whittington stays there and meets a Tom Cat, his name is not said in the book but he is more like the manager or the Co-Boss of the farm, he is there when Lady isn't able to do anything, like if she's sick, he is really bossy when it comes to somebody not doing what they were told to do. But it turns out he had allot of stuff in common with the other farm animals. Alan Armstrong puts so much detail into his books, but Whittington is the best, it's my favorite book by Alan Armstrong.
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This book was ok it didn't have too much going on and if it did it was really quick. I didn't enjoy this book as I did the rest of her other books. But keep up the good work on writing great stories.
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Posted February 11, 2007
If you enjoy a light, cute story, then Whittington by Alan Armstrong is a book that you will want to check out. The story is interwoven between the legendary relationship of Dick Whittington and his cat and a present day young boy who struggles with reading. As he becomes more and more frustrated by his reading struggles, Whittington the cat both inspires him and distracts him from his problems by telling him of Dick Whittington¿s and his cat¿s adventures. This is an adorable, inspiring story, but is a bit predictable. I had a hard time accepting the fact that is was nominated for a Newbery Award. While this was a good book, I do not feel that it was worthy of the Newbery Honor. Nevertheless, if you need something quick and easy, Whittington may be the story you have been waiting for.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 18, 2006
Whittington is a story that takes you not only to the 21st century, but also the middle of the 12th century! A tale of a cat from the past and the present. Even though the stories are centuries away from each other, they will last a lifetime.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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