From the moment I first met this book it has been a personal favorite, a dear friend. It is a wise, clever, wonderful story for young readers and a very handsome volume because it is well designed and has beautiful ink drawings by the author, Natalie Babbitt. As a bookseller, I would often pick up this title and recommend it to a customer. First, I would open the book up in order to tantalize them with the great look of the book, and then I would read parts of this terrific opening chapter out loud--loudly enough for other people in the store to hear as well. Read this excerpt out loud to a friend and you will both want to read the book!
An excerpt from Kneeknock Rise
Story and Pictures by Natalie Babbitt
…One of the mounds was different
from its brothers, rockier, taller, and decidedly more cliff-like, with steeper
sides and fewer softening trees, and its crest was forever shrouded in a little
cloud of mist. Here lay the heart of the
mountains’ charm; here, like Eve’s forbidden fruit, dwelt their mystery, for
good or evil. For from somewhere in that
mist, on stormy nights when the rain drove harsh and cold, an undiscovered
creature would lift its voice and moan. It
moaned like a lonely demon, like a mad, despairing animal, like a huge and
anguished something chained forever to its own great tragic disappointments.
Nobody knew
what it was that lived high up in the mist. As far back as memory could grope, no one had
climbed the cliff to see. The creature
had mourned there for a thousand years, in isolation so splendid, and with
sorrows so infinitely greater that any of their own, that the people were
struck with awe and respect. Therefore, climbing the cliff was something they
simply did not do, and curious children were early and easily discouraged from
trying by long and grisly tales which told what might well happen if they did.
From time
to time, in the land below the cliff, strange things in fact did happen. A straying sheep would be found slaughtered, a
pail of milk would sour, a chimney would unreasonably topple. These things were considered by some to be the
work of the creature on the cliff, while others refused to believe that it ever
left its misty nest. But they all had
their favorite charms against it, and to all of them the cliff was the
grandest, most terrible thing in the world. They trembled over it, whispered about it, and
fed their hearts to bursting with gleeful terrors. It was frightful and fine and it belonged to
them. They called it Kneeknock Rise.
Natalie Babbitt's original intention was to become an illustrator, and to that end she studied art at the Laurel School in Cleveland and at Smith College. She began writing primarily to have stories to illustrate. Her best-known work is Tuck Everlasting which was published in 1975. She received the Newbery Honor Medal for KneeKnock Rise. Her home is in Providence, Rhode Island.
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