Max Found Two Sticks

by Brian Pinkney, Brian Pinkney (Illustrator)

Overview

A young boy discovers the joys of making music in this rhythmic, irresistible picture book from Caldecott Medal–winning illustrator Brian Pinkey.

One day when Max doesn’t feel like talking to anybody, he finds two sticks that make a perfect pair of drumsticks. He starts with a Pat...pat-tat on his thighs. Then he’s Dum...dum-dedumming on some boxes. Until finally he’s Cling...clang...da-BANGING on the garbage pails.

Suddenly, when a marching band Thump-di-di-thumps around Max’s corner, the most wonderful thing happens, and Max learns that you don’t need to talk to say how you feel—especially when you’ve got music.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780671787769
Publisher:	Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
Publication date:	02/01/1994
Series:	Reading Rainbow Books
Pages:	40
Product dimensions:	8.50(w) x 11.00(h) x 0.40(d)
Lexile:	AD690L (what's this?)
Age Range:	5 - 8 Years

About the Author

Brian Pinkney has illustrated numerous acclaimed books for children, including Martin Rising; In Your Hands; On the Ball; The Faithful Friend; Duke Ellington; and In the Time of the Drums. His many awards include two Caldecott Honors, a Coretta Scott King Illustration Award, four Coretta Scott King Illustration Honors, and the Boston Globe–Horn Book Award. Brian lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife and frequent collaborator, Andrea Davis Pinkney. Visit him at BrianPinkney.net.

Brian Pinkney has illustrated numerous acclaimed books for children, including Martin Rising; In Your Hands; On the Ball; The Faithful Friend; Duke Ellington; and In the Time of the Drums. His many awards include two Caldecott Honors, a Coretta Scott King Illustration Award, four Coretta Scott King Illustration Honors, and the Boston Globe–Horn Book Award. Brian lives in Brooklyn, New York, with his wife and frequent collaborator, Andrea Davis Pinkney. Visit him at BrianPinkney.net.

Editorial Reviews

"The fluid lines of Pinkney's distinctive scratchboard illustrations fairly swirl with energy, visually translating Max's joy in creating rhythm and sound," said PW about this account of a novice drummer. Ages 5-8. (June)

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly

Gr 1-3-On a day when Max doesn't feel like talking to anyone, a strong breeze shakes two heavy twigs to the ground in front of his brownstone home. Picking them up, the young African-American boy begins to beat out a rhythm that imitates the sound of pigeons startled into flight. Soon he is tapping out the beat of everything around him-rain against the windows, the chiming of church bells, and the thundering sound of a train on its tracks. The snappy text reverberates with the rhythmic song of the city, and Pinkney's swirling, scratchboard-oil paintings have a music of their own. This is an effective depiction of the way in which self-expression takes on momentum, as Max's quiet introspection turns into an exuberant celebration of the world around him.-Anna DeWind, Milwaukee Public Library

School Library Journal

Max makes music that imitates the sounds of the city around him and the rhythms within himself. Sitting on the steps of his house, the small boy finds two sticks and taps on his thighs; then he pats on Grandfather's window-washing bucket, and it's like light rain falling on the windows. When Mother comes home from shopping, he taps on her hatboxes and on his friends' soda bottles. He imagines the sound of a marching band in the clouds. On the neighborhood garbage cans he pounds out the sound of the subway thundering down the tracks. The text is a spare, rhythmic accompaniment to Pinkney's scratchboard illustrations of oil paint and gouache, which swirl and circle through the double-page spreads, filling them with energy and movement. The small solitary boy doesn't feel like talking, but his music communicates with the world. In a great climax, a marching band--just like the one he imagined--comes sweeping around the corner and the last drummer tosses Max his spare set of sticks. "Thanks," Max calls, and he doesn't miss a beat.

Hazel Rochman