Age Level: 10 and up | Grade Level: 5 to 7
Meet outgoing Ava Wren, a fun fifth grader who tries not to lose patience with her shy big sister. When Pip's 13th birthday party turns into a disaster, Ava gets a story idea for a library contest.
But uh-oh, Ava should never have written "Sting of the Queen Bee." Can Ava and her new friend help Pip come out of her shell? And can Ava get out of the mess she has made?
"A love letter to language."The New York Times
"Charming! Surprising! Inspiring!"Karen Bokram, Founding Editor of Girls' Life
"An endearing story about two very different sisters."Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
"A big W-O-W for Ava and Pip!"Julie Sternberg, Like Pickle Juice On a Cookie
"Ava Wren makes reading and writing so much fun, she deserves a T-O-P-S-P-O-T on your bookshelf."Dan Greenburg, author of The Zack Files and Secrets of Dripping Fang
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A heartwarming read incorporating messages of sisterhood, identity, and helping others
About the Author
Carol Weston writes for all ages and has been the advice columnist at Girls' Life since 1994. Her 16 award-winning books include Speed of Life, Ava and Pip, and Girltalk, which came out in a dozen languages. Speed of Life is a YALSA "Best Fiction for Young Adults," and The New York Times calls it "funny, perceptive, and moving." Carol has been a guest on The View, Today, Oprah, and CNN Español. Her website is carolweston.com.
Read an Excerpt
DEAR NEW DIARY,
You won't believe what I just found out.
Fifth grade started today, and my homeroom has three Emilys but only one Ava, so at dinner, I asked Mom and Dad why they named me Ava.
Innocent question, right?
Well, Dad answered: "We like palindromes."
"Palinwhat?" I said.
"Palindromes," Dad replied, passing the salad. "Words that are the same backward and forward."
"Like M-O-M," Mom said.
"And D-A-D," Dad said.
"And P-I-P," Pip chimed. Apparently she knew all about this. "And H-A-N-N-A-H," she added. That's Pip's middle name.
My full name is Ava Elle Wren. When people ask what the L stands for, they expect me to say Lily or Lauren or Louise, but I say, "It's not L, it's E-L-L-E."
I thought about P-I-P, H-A-N-N-A-H, A-V-A, and E-L-L-E, and stared at my parents. "You chose our names because of how they're spelled? Wow." Then I noticed how you spell "wow" (W-O-W).
And suddenly it was as if I saw the whole world-or at least the Whole World of Words-in a brand-new way.
My parents' names are Anna and Bob (A-N-N-A and B-O-B), and they are word nerds.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked.
"You never asked," Dad answered.
"When did you tell Pip?"
"A while ago," Mom said, "when she asked."
Pip looked at me and shrugged. "At least we didn't get named after Nana Ethel."
Pip is twelve-for one more month. She talks at home, but at school, she is extremely shy. Pip was a preemie, which means she was born early. Since our last name is Wren, which is the name of a bird, Mom and Dad sometimes call her Early Bird.
When Pip was little, they worried about her a lot. To tell you the truth, they still worry about her a lot. They also pay way more attention to her than to me. I try not to let it bother me...but it kind of does. I'm only human.
"Guess who was the first woman in the world?" Pip asked.
"Huh?" I replied, then noticed how "huh" (H-U-H) is spelled.
"Eve," Pip said. "E-V-E!"
Dad jumped in. "And guess what Adam said when he saw Eve?"
"What?" I said, totally confused.
"Madam, I'm Adam!" Dad laughed.
"Another palindrome!" Mom explained. "M-A-D-A-M-I-M- A-D-A-M."
"A whole sentence can be a palindrome?" I asked.
"Yes." Dad pointed to Mom's plate. "Like, ‘Ma has a ham!'"
Pip spelled that out: "M-A-H-A-S-A-H-A-M."
I put down my fork, looked from my S-I-S to my M-O-M to my P-O-P, and started wondering if other people's families are as nutty as mine. Or is mine extra nutty? Like, chunky-peanut-butter nutty?