The book "Night on the Titanic" is part of the Magic Tree House series written by Mary Pope Osborne. The story follows the adventures of Jack and Annie, two siblings who have a magical tree house that can transport them to different times and places. In this particular book, they travel to the night of April 14, 1912, just hours before the Titanic sinks. As Jack and Annie arrive on the Titanic, they are tasked with finding a gift to help save a future kingdom. They embark on a journey through the grand ship, encountering various passengers and crew members along the way. They explore different areas of the ship, including the first-class lounge, the steerage deck, and even the bridge.
It sounds pretty convincing—and there's even some hard evidence to back it up.
His first novel, This Is Just Exactly Like You , was a finalist for the Flaherty-Dunnan prize from the Center for Fiction, a Best-of-the-Year pick from The Atlanta Journal Constitution and a SIBA Okra pick. Now, that s a pretty legit theory and modern-day discoveries on the island, many of which have actually been found on the The Curse of Oak Island series, back it up.
They explore different areas of the ship, including the first-class lounge, the steerage deck, and even the bridge. Throughout their exploration, Jack and Annie learn about the Titanic's grandeur and the stark contrast between the different classes on board. They meet a young passenger named Kathleen, who dreams of being an artist, and together they navigate the ship's mysteries and dangers.
Beach Magic on the Carolina Coast
Salt water, seafood dinners, and nighttime walks along sparkling sand: When families return to cherished spots along the coast, memories grow with each passing summer.
My favorite picture of Tita, my wife, and The Toad, our oldest, is no real contest: It’s the one at Oak Island, three thin months into The Toad’s life. We’re down on the beach in the late evening, and she’s looking back into the camera, smiling, sunglasses on, hair hooked behind one ear. She’s radiant, if I might use a word like that — she looks every bit the 1970s movie star, time-traveled directly into 2010. She’s wearing The Toad in a red wrap, and he’s smashed into her chest, asleep in a huge, floppy, zebra-striped hat. The light is that impossible beach sunset light. Waves break in the background.
This is our first trip with him. We’ve bought a sun-blocking baby tent — the Toad Tent — and he’s spent the afternoon lying on his back on the sand, fighting his muslin swaddle, hollering happily at the wind flapping the yellow walls. This is the night we’ve eaten crab cakes from Haag and Sons, the night we’ve worked our way down from high alert to medium, the night we see volunteers helping hatchling turtles make their way from nest to sea. This is our first after-dinner beach walk with him, our first as a family. This is also the first time he’ll sleep through the night, and the next morning is the morning we’ll wake up foggy and confused: Did we sleep through the night? Did we really see baby sea turtles? Where are we? What happened?
This is not about sleep, however. This is about putting the dishes in the sink each night, sliding closed the condo’s glass door, rolling your jeans up to your knees, and — almost no matter what — walking on the beach after dinner.
They’re both old enough now — the Toad and his brother, The Wee — to walk like my brothers and I did, kids trailing behind the grown-ups in full darkness, a feeling that you’ve been let in on some corner of the adult world. Summer stars wheel overhead by the millions. There are tide pools to kick your feet through. And last summer, in those tide pools, on the wilder south end of Topsail Island: lights. Mamá! Daddy! Their voices were the sound of pure wonder, and who could blame them? The beach was glowing — or their footprints were, anyway, and the pools where they kicked at them. What is it? Phosphorescence, I told them, already wrong, but the next part was true: tiny lit-up creatures in the water. Kind of like fireflies, I said. They were laughing, awestruck, saying, Look! Look! and dragging long, shining streaks in the sand with their toes.
Bedtime’s a looser construct at the beach, and the line between real and imagined is, too: The water can thrum blue. I’ve got pictures of The Toad turning cartwheels after an evening storm, pictures of The Wee under a pier with his grandmother, and one dim, fabulous shot of the boys wearing shorts and hoodies, holding hands, walking off into the gloaming — but no pictures of that bioluminescent night. It was too dark, or I hadn’t brought the big camera down, or I didn’t have my phone with me — or maybe we were just walking, not worried about anything other than that. Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe some things you just have to remember.
My wife and I are carrying on the traditions that my parents taught me: The boys get Popsicles, get to run along the water’s edge in their pajama pants and oversize T-shirts, get to range as far afield as they like. Now, they always, always check to see if the beach is glowing. Most nights, it isn’t. Most nights, it’s just the regular magic of the ocean. A few times since then, though, the blue lights have returned — sometimes in the breakers, sometimes just on the beach. Always, they holler at us: Look! Look! Do we see, they want to know. We do, we tell them. We see you. They laugh and shout and run ahead, shadows long in the moonlight. Tita takes my hand. We walk along, wait for the boys to circle back our way. We wait for the impossible to happen once more.
This story was published on Jul 29, 2019
Drew Perry
Perry teaches writing at Elon University. His first novel, This Is Just Exactly Like You, was a finalist for the Flaherty-Dunnan prize from the Center for Fiction, a Best-of-the-Year pick from The Atlanta Journal Constitution and a SIBA Okra pick. His second, Kids These Days, was an Amazon Best-of-the-Month pick and was named to Kirkus Reviews 'Winter's Best Bets' and 'Books So Funny You're Guaranteed to Laugh' lists.
Now, there’s endless theories to what type of treasure could be on the island—and how it got there. But The William Phips Theory has many convinced, with hard evidence supporting the claim. The theory was recently broken down by writer and history buff Hammerson Peters on his YouTube channel. The video sources much of its information from the book Oak Island and Its Lost Treasure, which first presented the convincing conspiracy.
As they witness the sinking of the Titanic, Jack and Annie must find a way to escape and return to their own time. They face numerous challenges and must work together to overcome them. Along the way, they learn about the courage and sacrifice displayed by the passengers and crew during the tragic event. Through the magical and educational journey on the Titanic, "Night on the Titanic" introduces young readers to the historical event and the real stories of the people who were on board. It allows children to experience a different time period and learn about empathy and understanding. Overall, "Night on the Titanic" combines adventure, history, and lessons about friendship and bravery. It captivates readers with its magical elements and provides a unique way to learn about an important event in history..
Reviews for "A Journey to the Titanic: A Nighttime Adventure in the Magic Tree House"
1. Emily - 2/5 Stars - Night on the Titznic Magic Tree House was a disappointment for me. I found the plot to be predictable and the characters lacking depth. The story felt rushed, and I didn't feel invested in the magical journey the protagonist was taking. Additionally, the writing style didn't engage me, and I struggled to stay engaged throughout the book. Overall, I would not recommend this book to others looking for a captivating and immersive read.
2. Mike - 1/5 Stars - Night on the Titznic Magic Tree House fell short of my expectations. The concept seemed intriguing at first, but the execution was poor. The world-building was weak, and the magical elements felt forced into the story without proper explanation. The characters were forgettable, and their actions seemed arbitrary. The pacing was off, with certain scenes dragging on while others were rushed. I was left feeling unsatisfied and uninterested in continuing the series.
3. Sarah - 2/5 Stars - I had high hopes for Night on the Titznic Magic Tree House, but unfortunately, it let me down. The plot lacked originality and felt like a rehashed version of other similar books. The dialogue was cheesy and unrealistic, and the character development was minimal. The premise of the magical tree house was interesting, but it was underutilized and didn't add much to the overall story. I was hoping for a more engaging and imaginative read, and this book didn't deliver.