The One and Only Ivan
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Winner of the 2013 Newbery Medal and a #1 New York Times bestseller, this stirring and unforgettable novel from renowned author Katherine Applegate celebrates the transformative power of unexpected friendship. Inspired by the true story of a captive gorilla known as Ivan, this illustrated novel is told from the point of view of Ivan himself.
Having spent twenty-seven years behind the glass walls of his enclosure in a shopping mall, Ivan has grown accustomed to humans watching him. He hardly ever thinks about his life in the jungle. Instead, Ivan occupies himself with television, his friends Stella and Bob, and painting. But when he meets Ruby, a baby elephant taken from the wild, he is forced to see their home, and his art, through new eyes.
In the tradition of timeless stories like Charlotte's Web and Stuart Little, Katherine Applegate blends humor and poignancy to create an unforgettable story of friendship, art, and hope. This paperback edition includes an author's note highlighting the differences between the fictional story and true events, a version of the author's Newbery Medal acceptance speech, Ivan's "signature," discussion questions, and more.
The One and Only Ivan is a strong Common Core title that features these important strands and standards: first-person narrative; author's use of literary devices (personification, imagery); story elements (plot, character development, perspective).
I tell her. “What’s a project?” “It’s … a thing. A painting. It’s a painting for you, actually,” I answer. Ruby looks pleased. “Can I see it?” “Not yet.” Ruby pokes with annoyance at her roped foot. She takes a breath. “Ivan? Do I have to do the shows with Mack today?” “I’m afraid so. I’m sorry, Ruby.” Ruby dips her trunk in her water bucket. “That’s okay,” she says. “I already knew the answer.” not right It’s night again, and everyone’s asleep. I look at the picture I’ve
closer to my cage, eyeing me suspiciously. “Yeah, yeah,” he says. “He paints. Sure. We’ve been selling his art for quite a while now.” There is another long pause. “Yeah. Absolutely. It was my idea.” Mack nods. A smile starts at the corners of his mouth. “Photos? No problem. You want to see him in action? Come on down, have a look. We’re open 365 days a year. Can’t miss us. We’re right off I-95.” Mack picks up the overturned trash can. “Yeah, I think he’ll be adding more pictures. It’s
me sized. “What’s that?” I ask, still blurry from sleep. Bob nuzzles my chin. “I believe that box is for you, my friend.” I’m not sure what he means. “Me?” “They brought in a bunch of boxes while you were sleeping. Looks to me like they’re taking the whole lot of you,” he says casually, licking a paw. “Even Thelma.” “Taking?” I repeat. “Taking us where?” “Well, some to the zoo, probably. Others to an animal shelter where humans will try to find them homes.” Bob shakes himself. “So. I
Homework, I have discovered, involves a sharp pencil and thick books and long sighs. I enjoy chewing pencils. I am sure I would excel at homework. Sometimes Julia dozes off, and sometimes she reads her books, but mostly she draws pictures and talks about her day. I don’t know why people talk to me, but they often do. Perhaps it’s because they think I can’t understand them. Or perhaps it’s because I can’t talk back. Julia likes science and art. She doesn’t like Lila Burpee, who teases
when all I’m thinking is how the late-day sun reminds me of a ripe nectarine. I’m mightier than any human, four hundred pounds of pure power. My body looks made for battle. My arms, outstretched, span taller than the tallest human. My family tree spreads wide as well. I am a great ape, and you are a great ape, and so are chimpanzees and orangutans and bonobos, all of us distant and distrustful cousins. I know this is troubling. I too find it hard to believe there is a connection across