Leaping the Tingles is about the ordinary and the extra ordinary. It is about being so different from those around you nobody wants to know you and even your parents who love you don’t know what to do with you.
That is the dilemma for Celia until she has a faint memory of a cool dark forest, and things begin to change….
Join Celia by reading her amazing adventure told in the first person as she discovers what it means to be a wohunk kid. There are highs and lows as she tries desperately to understand her need to connect with Aunty Hetty whom she has never met and a forest she has never seen.
Along the way, meet Adam who takes a different slant on things always and DR (the famous Dr McQuade). Will the two ever know what if feels like to be a wohunk kid? Or will they remain believers who pass the test of true friendship and loyalty?
Meet Aunty Hetty and her mysterious adopted son. Is Nat a wohunk kid too? Will he remain aloof or will he help Celia seek knowledge and happiness in the wohunk way?
A magical exciting book… When you read about Celia, you’ll find out about vim levels, ankle axims and a seventh sense, as well as be moved by a story that is full of love, friendship and respect for the environment. The West Australian
Suggested Activities for Writers
If you would like to try some writing activities that relate to a story like Leaping the Tingles, feel free to try some of the suggestions in Helene Smith’s Writer’s Notebook for Leaping the Tingles.
From the Author
A favourite moment:
There they were in their nest, moon-dappled, and strange, big and small. Faces round and gnarled, pointy and elfin. Eyes glinting green, brown, red and moonshine gold. Voices humming….My heart was beating too quickly to argue, and besides, something was happening low in my throat. Nat seemed to be concentrating deeply. He looked at me as if to say, ‘It will be all right.’ And then we both seemed to know that, yes, it would be all right. We opened ourselves to a new way of thinking and being.
‘We come in peace.’
It was a sound neither of us had ever made, like the rustle of grass in the wind or the soft lapping of two streams merging into one. From page 80
A how-to Recipe for making this tale:
Take – a half remembered story of long ago when my grandfather warned his children, ‘Don’t go into the forest alone or the wohunks will take you for one of their own.’ He was a story teller and a forester, one of many who came from all over the world to live and work in lush bushland – a place where the rare Tinglewood trees grow in the southwest corner of Western Australia.
Add – the mystery of a much loved adopted child who became my aunty … I couldn’t get anyone to tell me about her early life… this auburn haired girl with leaf green eyes. She danced so lightly her feet barely touched the ground.
Take – long summer nights camping under the Tinglewood trees telling stories with my children…watching the glint of wet leaves in the moonlight… and the bulky dark shapes of burls along the highest branches and down the trunk of the tree to the wide skirt at its base… like strange furry creatures sleeping.
Mix the above with a young teenage girl who feels different from everybody else…. Even those who love her don’t know what to do with her and nor does she… until she has a memory of a cool dark forest…
Add the many questions that must be asked and answered. Why does she feel the urgent need to meet her Aunty Hetty? Why does she need to touch base with a forest she has never seen?
Shake and tease until you have a story and an ending that feels right for everyone.
Extracts from Letters
letters from a year seven class