The Letter Writer

The Letter Writer

by Ann Rinaldi

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ISBN-13: 9780547416168
Publisher: HMH Books
Publication date: 05/24/2010
Series: Great Episodes
Sold by: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 755,731
Lexile: 730L (what's this?)
File size: 2 MB
Age Range: 12 - 18 Years

About the Author

ANN RINALDI is an award-winning author best known for her ability to bring history vividly to life. She lives in central New Jersey.

ANN RINALDI is an award-winning author best known for bringing history vividly to life. A self-made writer and newspaper columnist for twenty-one years, Ms. Rinaldi attributes her interest in history to her son, who enlisted her to take part in historical reenactments up and down the East Coast. She lives with her husband in central New Jersey. 

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Dear Uncle Andrew: My name is Harriet, and depending on how much you can abide my chatter, I am going to be writing to you a great deal over the next year or so. My brother, Richard, demands it, and when he demands something, the angels concur. He says you are a very intelligent man, and though Mother Whitehead says you are touched in the head, you suffer that malignancy no more than most of us in this family. At any rate, he says you are also an art dealer. And the engraving we have in our center hallway of Mary Wollstonecraft was given to Mother Whitehead by you many years ago. Good grief, I have been passing by it for years! I am eleven years old, love to ride horses and read books. My best friend is my "girl" Violet, who somehow came to be half white and almost part of the family. I don’t know how, but this family is so confused it is like Mother Whitehead’s crochet yarn after Piddles, the cat, gets finished fussing with it. Oh, I must go now, they are calling me for Sunday dinner, and if there is anything Richard hates it is one being late for prayers before meals.

Your servant, Harriet Whitehead


Violet was at the edge of the pond in water up to her knees, cutting the cattails. "Oh, look at this one, Miss Harriet," and she snipped it off expertly with a scissor. "This one’s a beauty." Her skirt was hitched up between her legs showing her light brown thighs. She didn’t wear ruffled pantalets like I did. Slaves didn’t wear pantalets.

I took the cattail in my hands with the three others. It was a good one. I could cut a sharp point and it would prove to make a good pen when dipped in some lampblack. I’d use it to write my next letter, I decided. Maybe this afternoon.

Neither of us paid mind to the rider approaching on the fat white horse until he was nearly on top of us.

"What are you doing there in that pond?" Richard demanded. "Getting cattails again? Violet, get out and put down your skirts. Harriet, give over those cattails."

He reached out his hand. I gave them over.

"Going to use these for writing, are you?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"They’re known around as slave pens," he said. "Look on the back of any barn wall and you’ll see their scratchings. Or messages, made from cattails and lampblack. You know what lampblack does to your clothing, Harriet. And how Mama hates it. Yet you do persist. Why?"

"They’re more of a challenge to use," I answered.

He sighed deeply. "Haven’t you enough challenges in life? Violet, haven’t you anything better to do with your time?"

"It be the Sabbath, Massa Richard. I done went to church. An’ if’n I must say so, you did preach a fine sermon, yessuh." She used the special voice she always used with my brother, the subservient one with the humble tone.

"Such a fine sermon that you come home and raise your skirts in front of everybody, hey? You’re not a child anymore. How old are you now, Violet?"

She was untwisting her skirt and pulling it down. "Fourteen, suh."

"That’s right, I keep forgetting. You’re three years older than Harriet. Well, you keep acting like that and it’ll be time to marry you off."

"But suh, I be Miss Harriet’s girl. I been carin’ for her since she come to us. And I serve Miss Margaret, too, when she come home from that fancy school in Jerusalem. An’ I run and fetch for your mama. They all can’t do without me."

She was begging. And pompous Richard let her beg.

"At any rate, my sister has letters to write this afternoon. And not with cattails. So you go about your business, whatever it is. And if I catch you with your skirts hiked up again, they won’t come down until I’ve given your legs ten stripes. You hear?"  "Yessuh." Violet ran.


Copyright © 2008 by Ann Rinaldi

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Letter Writer 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
SamanthaMarie on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Nat Turner's rebellion would not have been so murderous if he had not had a map of the local plantations. But where did the map come from? This book follows the story of Harriet Whitehead, an illegitimate daughter living with her father's estranged family in Virginia. She chafes under the rule of her rigid preacher half-brother whose God is all fire and judgement. When she meets Nat Turner, who preaches a loving God, she is intrigued.An engrossing story of the rebellion that does not attempt to explain or justify anyone's actions, either Nat Turner's or the slave owners. It tells the story like it is and lets the full horror of the beatings and mistreatments be seen through eleven year old Harriet's eyes. No one is completely a saint or completely a sinner in this book. It tells the story with and immediacy and realness that is often lacking in dry historical accounts.
nite-owlCP More than 1 year ago
I loved the entire series and loved them!  I bought the entire series.  A great read.  It will take you from the deep South , results of during and after the Civil war.  How the hate affected the South.  A page turner from book to book!  Loved each one!  
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TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Harriet knows her place in society.

She's the half-sister of the plantation owner. She does little jobs and writes letters for his mother.

She notices the differences in treatment of all people and has a hard time dealing with the injustice. When Nat Turner comes to work at her plantation, she finds herself drawn to him. His God seems quite different from her brother's.

When he asks for her help, she doesn't refuse him. What she doesn't realize is the part she might play in changing history.

This gripping tale imagines the story of the bloodiest uprising of slaves in American History.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Harriet Whitehead is an eleven year old girl with a troubled life. Her dad was killed when she was little and that is all she knew about him. She is now living with her and her children on their plantain in Virginia. Harriet has an older brother who is the local minster. He is married to Pleasant and they have an infant son named William. Harriet has an older sister who is fifteen by the name of Margaret. When she is only eleven years old she her brothers asks her if she could write letters for his mother who is becoming blind. This is an important task and she accepts it. Harriet writes to her Uncle Andrew who lives in England and she tells him everything. She asks him for his opinion as well as listen to her. Violet and Owen are like siblings to her. Even though they are slaves she does not treat them that way at all. They play together and she even helps them with the chores. Nat Turner is the slave preacher. He does everything and even more than what he is expected to do. Nat does baptisms for people who are not as loyal to the church like the people from Richard's church. One day Nat asks Harriet for a map of the plantation. Harriet first asks Pleasant and Uncle Andrew about what she would do. She does not listen to them and she gives him the map any ways. Then all of a sudden fifty-five people are dead. This book is an extremely suspenseful book. The tone is calm and then all of a sudden you cannot put it down. Harriet is asked to do an important task of writing letters for her brother's mom and she accepts the task. She writes letters to the people who live around them and does whatever she needs her to do. Then she gives a map to Nat a local slave and then suddenly fifty five people die.