the true confessions of charlotte doyle by avi

I like to think that unfolding openness is a key part of the tale. In the course of the story, Charlotte learns to think for herself, to choose her own destiny. The book has proved to be very popular - so popular I have been asked to write a sequel many times. And while I don’t think of the book as a mystery, there are certainly mysterious parts to the story. That was the moment I began to think out The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. You see, The Lady Liberty had a sister ship. He says, “Now, Master Edmund, if you’ve time to hear a good yarn, I’ve one for you. In Chapter 14, an old sea captain is talking to the boy hero of the book. That decision is recorded right in the middle of The Man Who Was Poe. Why not - I asked myself - write a mystery on a ship? One day, as I was thinking about this, it occurred to me that there could hardly be more of a locked room than a ship at sea. One of his early mysteries came to be called a “locked-room mystery” - that is, something happens in a room which appears to have no entrances or exits. Since Poe had invented the mystery story, I gave much thought to the form. A detective tale set in Providence, Poe tries to help a boy find his lost sister even as he plots a new story of his own. Writing about Poe intrigued me so much that I set out to write a book about him: The Man Who Was Poe. Poe not only had a connection with Providence he was the man who invented mystery stories. But during one of the time trips he made in that first version, there was a visit with Edgar Allan Poe. When I rewrote the book, Kenny went back to only one point in time. When I first wrote the book, Kenny, the main character in the story, time traveled to different moments in Providence history in order to solve a crime. It’s a story about history, with much to do about a ghost and time travel. Out of those speculations came the book Something Upstairs. I also wondered if there might be a surviving ghost or two. The house I came to live in was quite old enough to make me wonder about the many people who had lived there. It was like going back in time: from a sprawling, modern, west-coast city to the compact, antique, east-coast town. I had been living in Los Angeles, California, when life took me across the country to Providence, Rhode Island. With The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle, I can trace its genealogy very clearly.

The true confessions of charlotte doyle by avi