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Summary
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When Malcolm the rat arrives as the pet at McKenna School, he revels in the attention. He also meets the Midnight Academy, a secret society of classroom pets that keeps the nutters (kids) safe. There's just one problem...rats have a terrible reputation! So when the Academy's iguana leader is kidnapped, Malcolm must prove his innocence--and that even rats can be good guys. Illustrated by Brian Lies of Bats at the Beach , this engaging middle-grade novel will have readers rooting for Malcolm as they try to solve the mystery alongside him.
Author Notes
W. H. Beck is a children's book author and librarian. She lives in Wisconsin with her family. Visit her at www.whbeck.com .
Brian Lies is the award-winning creator of the New York Times bestseller Bats at the Beach . He lives on the South Shore of Massachusetts with his family. Visit him at www.brianlies.com .
Reviews (4)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Escapades, humor, and romance weave together in this madcap elementary school adventure from first-time author Beck. When fifth-grade teacher Mr. Binney mistakes Malcolm, a small rat, for a mouse and purchases him as a classroom pet, Malcolm develops an identity crisis. He soon learns that rats are held in low esteem by both humans and other animals, first from Mr. Binney's read-aloud of The Tale of Despereaux ("Was that what people really thought of rats? That they are sneaky, conniving, lazy, greedy?"), and then when Midnight Academy members (pets from other classrooms) accept him only after he self-identifies as a mouse. Longing to prove his worthiness through "valor and merit," Malcolm faces numerous challenges: Honey Bunny the rabbit's distrust, Snip the cat's evil plans against "the nutters" (children), and his forbidden friendship with fifth-grader Amelia. Lies's (Bats at the Ballgame) detailed spot illustrations are a lively complement to the story, which is written in second person by an unnamed (but identifiable) narrator as an anonymous letter, complete with assigned classroom vocabulary and footnotes. A first-rate debut. Ages 9-12. Agent: Linda Pratt, Wernick & Pratt. (Sept.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Booklist Review
A small but intrepid classroom pet saves his school from a mad cat's revenge in this debut tale of wild doings in night-shrouded hallways. Newly arrived in Mr. Binney's fifth-grade class, undersized rat Malcolm quickly learns how to communicate with select students by pointing to words in a dictionary. He also figures out how to escape his cage at night and joins other similarly sprung mascots who, as the Midnight Academy, are the nighttime ears, eyes, nose, and whiskers of McKenna Elementary School. Along with offering amusing rat's-eye views of the daytime antics of the school's lankies (grown-ups) and nutters (children), the book sets Malcolm a double challenge. First, to find a way to overcome prejudice against rodents and, second, foil the schemes of vicious cat Snip to poison the school's water supply. Written as an extended report addressed by an anonymous student and accompanied by realistically detailed scenes of small animals in shadowy academic settings, this creature-feature leavens spookiness with healthy doses of whimsy.--Peters, John Copyright 2010 Booklist
School Library Journal Review
Gr 4-6-Malcolm, a small but quite extraordinary rat, is purchased as a class pet for the fifth grade at McKenna School in Beck's debut novel (Houghton Mifflin, 2012). The little rodent is mistaken for a mouse because of his size by Mr. Binney and his students. Malcolm allows himself to be called a mouse by the school's Midnight Academy, a secret society of pets at McKenna who protect the school and track its goings-on. When the Midnight Academy's leader, an iguana, is kidnapped, Malcolm is blamed and he sets out to clear his name and prove that he's a rat of valor, integrity, and talent. Not only does Malcolm solve a mystery at the school, but his ability to read allows him to communicate with two students. Charlotte Parry's narration of the long, detailed student note written to Mr. Binney from Malcolm's point of view captures the individual personalities of the members of the Midnight Academy, from its iguana leader to the seriously maladjusted feline villain to the human students. The tension and plot twists are captured in the well-paced, expressive reading. Malcolm's dilemma and identity crisis are neatly imbedded throughout without becoming didactic, making this often exciting, always engaging saga appeal to broad audiences.-Maria Salvadore, formerly District of Columbia Public Library, Washington, DC (c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Kirkus Review
Malcolm is a small rat who is often mistaken for a mouse, which is both a blessing and a curse. As a fifth-grade "mouse" pet he has a comfortable cage, good food and a classroom full of interesting kids, and, amazingly, Malcolm discovers he can read! During nighttime explorations, he becomes part of the Midnight Academy, a group of varied creatures who are also classroom pets. They speak and have several sophisticated means of communication utilizing school bells, secret codes and even cellphones and computers. But there is a prowling, vicious rogue cat, and there have been thefts, disappearances and cases of vandalism. Malcolm is at the center of it all, always under suspicion but determined to use his rat abilities to act honorably. What follows is a breathless, exciting tale of adventure, danger, betrayal, twists and surprises. Beck unfolds the events in the form of an anonymous note to teacher Mr. Binney detailing Malcolm's journey, with clever and sometimes hilarious asides in the form of footnotes. Meditations on the nature of power and friendship are subtly and seamlessly woven within the plot. Lies' meticulously detailed illustrations in endless varieties of gray depict the highlights of Malcolm's adventures and capture each creature's individuality. Malcolm's mouse/rat appearance underscores the confusion as to his real species. A rip-roaring tale; even rodent haters will have to like Malcolm. (Animal fantasy. 8-12)]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Chapter 1 THE MOUSE It began with a rat. There was also a glasses-wearing elderly iguana, a grumpy fish who could spell, a ghost in the clock tower, a secret message in the library, and a twisted evil that lived on the fourth floor of our school. But those'll all come later. First, there was a rat: Malcolm. I know this'll surprise you, Mr. Binney, but yes, Malcolm's a rat. I know because he told me so. Don't feel bad about bringing him to our class thinking he was a mouse. He is small. And that pimply clerk down at the Pet Emporium just wants to sell anything. I know--once he tried to convince me a goldfish was still alive even though it was floating upside down! Remember, too--back then, last fall, you were kind of . . . distractible. Like a kid listening to his mom while Cartoon Network is blaring. Hearing, maybe, but not really listening. I know why now, but still. That must have helped the clerk's duplicity. So, I suppose, in an effort to get down the whole story, I should share how it happened. How Malcolm came to stay in Room 11 with us fifth-graders. I know you know this part, Mr. Binney, but I suppose it's important to tell the whole story. Malcolm's story. Malcolm doesn't remember much before the Pet Emporium. Maybe he was born there. He does know that he used to be in a cage with lots of other rats. But they all got sold. People want their money's worth, and the tiniest rat isn't the one to pick. Of course, when you're being sold as feeder rats, maybe that's not the worst thing. So, Malcolm was the lone rat in his cage when you walked in that day, Mr. Binney. You came in for fish food, but somehow you found yourself stopped in front of the "Pocket Pets" section, jiggling a little square box in your hands. Every few minutes, you cracked it open and peeked inside. Malcolm was racing on his wheel. He's very fast. Maybe you weren't really looking at him, but you have to admit, there's something about Malcolm that catches the eye. The pimply-faced clerk noticed your pause. "Can I help you?" he asked. "Hey, don't you teach at McKenna School? I used to go there." You jerked a little, snapped the box shut, and shoved it in your pocket. "Um--what? Yes, yes, I do." You pointed at Malcolm. "Cute . . . mouse. That brown splotch on his back almost makes him look like he's wearing a cape." "Mouse?" The clerk frowned and chomped on his gum. He glanced at the cage, then the frown switched to a slick smile. He slid in front of the sign that read rats, $2.99 each and rolled his gum to the other side of his mouth. "Yes, he is a handsome one. You know, ra--mice make great classroom pets. And they're quiet and don't take up much room. Smart, too." You both watched as Malcolm started licking himself. All over. The clerk cleared his throat. "And, well--clean." Malcolm finished grooming his tail. He considered your conversation. Whatever a "classroom" was probably was preferable to being sold to the next python owner. Malcolm put his paws up on his food dish and stared at you. You've maybe never noticed, Mr. Binney, but Malcolm's got very intelligent eyes. Shiny dark brown, like steaming coffee. He added a little squeak. You nodded. "Yes. Maybe. What kinds of supplies would I need?" The clerk cracked his gum and grinned. "Well, let me show you our selection of cages and water bottles over here . . ." And that was how Malcolm came to live in Room 11 at McKenna Elementary School in Clearwater, Wisconsin. With a three-story deluxe cage, a fleece-lined Comf-E-Cube, a tail-safe plastic exercise wheel, and a drip-free, antibacterial water bottle. By the way, Malcolm wants to thank you for all that. Excerpted from Malcolm at Midnight by W. H. Beck All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.