Synopsis
The instant bestseller!
� New York Times bestseller
� USA Today bestseller
� Wall Street Journal bestseller
"A Map of Days reveals Ransom Riggs at the peak of his powers, leaving loyal fans ravenous for more." -NY Journal of Books
Having defeated the monstrous threat that nearly destroyed the peculiar world, Jacob Portman is back where his story began, in Florida. Except now Miss Peregrine, Emma, and their peculiar friends are with him, and doing their best to blend in. But carefree days of beach visits and normalling lessons are soon interrupted by a discovery-a subterranean bunker that belonged to Jacob's grandfather, Abe.
Clues to Abe's double-life as a peculiar operative start to emerge, secrets long hidden in plain sight. And Jacob begins to learn about the dangerous legacy he has inherited-truths that were part of him long before he walked into Miss Peregrine's time loop.
Now, the stakes are higher than ever as Jacob and his friends are thrust into the untamed landscape of American peculiardom-a world with few ymbrynes, or rules-that none of them understand. New wonders, and dangers, await in this brilliant next chapter for Miss Peregrine's peculiar children. Their story is again illustrated by haunting vintage photographs, now with the striking addition of full-color images interspersed throughout for this all-new, multi-era American adventure.
Review
Ransom Riggs is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children novels. Riggs was born on a farm in Maryland and grew up in southern Florida. He studied literature at Kenyon College and film at the University of Southern California. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife, bestselling author Tahereh Mafi, and their family.
Prologue
Never have I doubted my soundness of mind as often as I did on that first night, when the bird-woman and her wards came to save me from the madhouse. That's where I was going, pinned between beefy uncles in the back seat of my parents' car, when a wall of peculiar children seemed to leap directly from my imagination into the driveway before us, aglow in our high beams like a formation of angels.
We skidded to a stop. A wave of dust erased everything beyond our windshield. Had I conjured their echo, some flickering hologram projected from deep within my brain? Anything seemed more believable than my friends being here, now. Peculiars had a way of making anything seem possible, but a visit from them was one of the few impossibilities of which I could still be certain.
It had been my choice to leave Devil's Acre. To go home again, where my friends couldn't follow. I had hoped that in returning I might sew together the disparate threads of my life: the normal and the peculiar, the ordinary and the extraordinary.
Another impossibility. My grandfather had tried to sew his lives together too and failed, estranged in the end from both his peculiar family and his normal one. In refusing to choose one kind of life over the other, he had doomed himself to lose both-just as I was about to.
I looked up to see a figure moving toward us through the clearing dust.
"Who the hell are you?" my dad said.
"Alma LeFay Peregrine," she replied, "Ymbryne Council leader pro tem and headmistress to these peculiar children. We've met before, though I don't expect you'd remember. Children, say hello."
Chapter One
It's strange, what the mind can digest and what it resists. I had just survived the most surreal summer �imaginable-skipping back to bygone centuries, taming �invisible monsters, falling in love with my grandfather's time-arrested �ex-girlfriend-but only now, in the unexceptional present, in suburban Florida, in the house I'd grown up in, was I finding it hard to believe my eyes.
Here was Enoch, splayed upon our beige sectional, sipping Coke from my dad's Tampa Bay Buccaneers tumbler; here was Olive, unstrapping her lead shoes to float ceilingward and ride circles on our fan; here were Horace and Hugh in our kitchen, Horace studying the photos on the fridge door while Hugh rustled for a snack; here was Claire, both mouths slack as she gazed at the great black monolith of our wall-mounted television; here was Millard, my mother's decor magazines rising from the coffee table and splitting in midair as he skimmed them, the shape of his bare feet imprinted into our carpet. It was a mingling of worlds I'd imagined a thousand times but never dreamed possible. But here it was: my Before and After, colliding with the force of planets.
Millard had already tried to explain to me how it was possible they could be here, apparently safe and unafraid. The loop collapse that had nearly killed us all in Devil's Acre had reset their internal clocks. He didn't quite understand why, only that they were no longer in danger of sudden catastrophic aging if they stayed too long in the present. They would get older one day at a time, just like I did, their debt of years seemingly forgiven, as if they hadn't spent most of the twentieth century reliving the same sunny day. It was undoubtedly a miracle-a breakthrough unprecedented in peculiar history-and yet how it had come to be was not half as amazing to me as the fact that they were here at all: that beside me stood Emma, lovely, strong Emma, her hand entwined with mine, her green eyes shining as they scanned the room in wonder. Emma, whom I'd so often dreamed about in the long, lonely weeks since my return home. She wore a sensible gray dress that fell below the knee, hard flat shoes she could run in if she had to, her sandy hair pulled back into a ponytail. Decades of being depended on had made her practical to the core, but neither the responsibility nor the weight of years she carried had managed to snuff the girlish spark that lit her so brightly from the inside. She was both hard and soft, sour and sweet, old and young. That she could contain so much was what I loved most about her. Her soul was bottomless.
"Jacob?"
She was talking to me. I tried to reply, but my head was mired in dreamy quicksand.
She waved at me, then snapped her fingers, her thumb sparking like struck flint. I startled and came back to myself.
"Hey," I said. "Sorry."
"Where'd you go?"
"I'm just-" I waved as if raking cobwebs from the air. "It's good to see you, that's all." Completing a sentence felt like trying to gather a dozen balloons in my arms.
Her smile couldn't mask a look of mild concern. "I know it must be awfully strange for you, all of us dropping in like this. I hope we didn't shock you too badly."
"No, no. Well, maybe a little." I nodded at the room and everyone in it. Happy chaos accompanied our friends wherever they went. "You sure I'm not dreaming?"
"Are you sure I'm not?" She took my other hand and squeezed it, and her warmth and solidness seemed to lend the world some weight. "I can't tell you how many times, over the years, I've pictured myself visiting this little town."
For a moment I was confused, but then . . . of course. My grandfather. Abe had lived here since before my dad was born; I'd seen his Florida address on letters Emma had kept. Her gaze drifted as if she were lost in a memory, and I felt an unwelcome twinge of jealousy-then was embarrassed for it. She was entitled to her past, and had every right to feel as unmoored by the collision of our worlds as I did.
Miss Peregrine blew in like a tornado. She had taken off her traveling coat to reveal a striking jacket of green tweed and riding pants, as if she'd just arrived on horseback. She crossed the room tossing out orders. "Olive, come down from there! Enoch, remove your feet from the sofa!" She hooked a finger at me and nodded toward the kitchen. "Mr. Portman, there are matters which require your attention."
Emma took my arm and accompanied me, for which I was grateful; the room had not quite stopped spinning.
"Off to snog each other already?" said Enoch. "We only just arrived!"
Emma's free hand darted out to singe the top of his hair. Enoch recoiled and slapped at his smoking head, and the laugh that burst out of me seemed to clear some of the cobwebs from my head.
Yes, my friends were real and they were here. Not only that, Miss Peregrine had said they were going to stay awhile. Learn about the modern world a bit. Have a holiday, a well-earned respite from the squalor of Devil's Acre-which, with their proud old house on Cairnholm gone, had become their temporary home. Of course they were welcome, and I was inexpressibly grateful to have them here. But how would this work, exactly? What about my parents and uncles, who at this very moment Bronwyn was guarding in the garage? It was too much to grapple with all at once, so for the moment I shoved it aside.
Miss Peregrine was talking to Hugh by the open fridge. They looked jarringly out of place amid the stainless steel and hard edges of my parents' modern kitchen, like actors who had wandered onto the wrong movie set. Hugh was waving a package of �plastic-wrapped string cheese.
"But there's only strange food here, and I haven't eaten for centuries!"
"Don't exaggerate, Hugh."
"I'm not. It's 1886 in Devil's Acre, and that's where we had breakfast."
Horace burst from our walk-in pantry. "I have completed my inventory and am frankly shocked. One sack of baking soda, one tin of sardines in salt, and one box of weevil-infested biscuit mix. Is the government rationing his food? Is there a war on?"
"We eat a lot of takeout," I said, walking up beside him. "My parents don't really cook."
"Then why do they have this whomping great kitchen?" said Horace. "I may be an accomplished chef de cuisine, but I can't make something from nothing."
The truth was that my father had seen the kitchen in a design magazine and decided he had to have it. He tried to justify the cost by promising he would learn to cook and then throw legendary dinner parties for the family-but, like a lot of his plans, it fizzled after a few cooking lessons. So now they had this hugely expensive kitchen that was used mostly to cook frozen dinners and heat up day-old takeout. But rather than say any of that, I shrugged.
"Surely you won't perish of hunger in the next five minutes," Miss Peregrine said, and shooed both Horace and Hugh from the kitchen. "Now, then. You were looking a bit wobbly earlier, Mr. Portman. Are you feeling all right?"
"Better every minute," I said, a bit embarrassed.
"You may be suffering from a touch of loop lag," said Miss Peregrine. "Somewhat delayed in your case. It's absolutely normal among time travelers, especially those who are new to it." She was speaking to me over her shoulder as she moved through the kitchen, peeking inside each cabinet. "The symptoms are usually inconsequential, though not always. How long have you been feeling dizzy?"
"Only since you all got here. But really, I'm fine-"
"What about leaking ulcers, bunion clusters, or migraine headaches?"
"Nope."
"Sudden mental derangement?"
"Uh . . . not that I can remember?"
"Untreated loop lag is no laughing matter, Mr. Portman. People have died. Hey-biscuits!" She grabbed a box of cookies from a cabinet, shook one into her hand, and popped it into her mouth. "Snails in your feces?" she asked, chewing.
I choked back a snicker. "No."
"Spontaneous pregnancy?"
Emma recoiled. "You're not serious!"
"It's only happened once, that we know of," said Miss Peregrine. She set the cookies down and fixed me with a stare. "The subject was male."
"I'm not pregnant!" I said a little too loudly.
"And thank goodness for that!" someone shouted from the living room.
Miss Peregrine patted my shoulder. "It sounds as if you're in the clear. Though I should have warned you."
"It's probably better you didn't," I said. It would have made me paranoid, not to mention that if I'd spent the last month sneaking pregnancy tests and checking my feces for snails, my parents would have long before banished me to an asylum.
"Fair enough," said Miss Peregrine. "Now, before we can all relax and enjoy one another's company, some business." She began pacing a tight circle between the double ovens and the prep sink. "Item one: safety and security. I've scouted the perimeter of the house. All seems quiet, but appearances can be deceiving. Is there anything I should know about your neighbors?"
"Like what?"
"Criminal histories? Violent tendencies? Firearm collections?"
We had only two neighbors: ancient Mrs. Melloroos, a �wheelchair-bound octogenarian who only left her house with the help of a live-in nurse, and a German couple who spent most of the year elsewhere, leaving their Cape Cod-style McMansion empty except during the winter.
"Mrs. Melloroos can be kind of nosy," I said. "But as long as no one's being flagrantly peculiar in her front yard, I don't think she'll give us any trouble."
"Noted," said Miss Peregrine. "Item two: Have you felt the presence of any hollowgast since you returned home?"
I felt my blood pressure spike at her mention of the word, which had crossed neither my mind nor my lips in several weeks. "No," I said quickly. "Why? Have there been more attacks?"
"No more attacks. No sign of them whatsoever. But that's what worries me. Now, about your family-"
"Didn't we kill or capture them all in Devil's Acre?" I said, not ready to change the subject away from hollowgast so quickly.
"Not quite all. A small cadre escaped with some wights after our victory, and we believe they absconded to America. And while I doubt they'll come anywhere near you-I daresay they've learned their lesson-I can only assume they're planning something. An abundance of caution couldn't hurt."
"They're terrified of you, Jacob," Emma said proudly.
"They are?" I said.
"After the thrashing you gave them, they'd be stupid not to be," said Millard, his voice ringing out from the edge of the kitchen.
"Polite persons do not spy on private conversations," Miss Peregrine huffed.
"I wasn't spying, I was hungry. Also, I've been sent to ask you not to hog Jacob. We came an awfully long way to see him, you know."
"They missed Jacob a lot," Emma said to Miss Peregrine. "Nearly as much as I did."
"Perhaps it's time you addressed everyone," Miss Peregrine said to me. "Make a welcome speech. Lay out some ground rules."
"Ground rules?" I said. "Like what?"
"They're my wards, Mr. Portman, but this is your town and your time. I'll need your help keeping everyone out of trouble."
"Just be sure to feed them," said Emma.
I turned to Miss Peregrine. "What were you saying before, about my family?"
They couldn't stay prisoners in the garage forever, and I was getting anxious about how we were going to deal with them.
"You needn't worry," Miss Peregrine said. "Bronwyn has the situation well in hand."
The words had hardly left her lips when a percussive, wall-�rattling crash sounded from the direction of the garage. The vibrations sent glasses toppling from a nearby shelf to the floor, where they shattered.
"That sounds like a distinctly out-of-hand situation," said Millard.
We were already running.
A Map of Days
The instant bestseller! • New York Times bestseller • USA Today bestseller • Wall Street Journal bestseller “A Map of Days reveals Ransom Riggs at the peak of his powers, leaving loyal fans ravenous for more.” –NY Journal of Books Having defeated the monstrous threat that nearly destroyed the peculiar world, Jacob Portman is back where his story began, in Florida. Except now Miss Peregrine, Emma, and their peculiar friends are with him, and doing their best to blend in. But carefree days of beach visits and normalling lessons are soon interrupted by a discovery—a subterranean bunker that belonged to Jacob’s grandfather, Abe. Clues to Abe’s double-life as a peculiar operative start to emerge, secrets long hidden in plain sight. And Jacob begins to learn about the dangerous legacy he has inherited—truths that were part of him long before he walked into Miss Peregrine’s time loop. Now, the stakes are higher than ever as Jacob and his friends are thrust into the untamed landscape of American peculiardom—a world with few ymbrynes, or rules—that none of them understand. New wonders, and dangers, await in this brilliant next chapter for Miss Peregrine’s peculiar children. Their story is again illustrated by haunting vintage photographs, now with the striking addition of full-color images interspersed throughout for this all-new, multi-era American adventure.
The instant bestseller! • New York Times bestseller • USA Today bestseller • Wall Street Journal bestseller “A Map of Days reveals Ransom Riggs at the peak of his powers, leaving loyal fans ravenous for more.” –NY Journal of ..."
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children: The Graphic Novel
When Jacob Portman was a boy, his grandfather regaled him with stories of his fantastic life at Miss Peregrine's home during the Second World War, even sharing photos of the remarkable children with whom he resided. As Jacob grew up, though, he decided that these photos were obvious fakes, simple forgeries designed to stir up his youthful imagination. Or were they...? Following his grandfather's death - a scene Jacob literally couldn't believe with his own eyes - the sixteen-year-old boy embarks on a mission to disentangle fact from fiction in his grandfather's tall tales. But even his grandfather's elaborate yarns couldn't prepare Jacob for the eccentricities he will discover at Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children!
When Jacob Portman was a boy, his grandfather regaled him with stories of his fantastic life at Miss Peregrine's home during the Second World War, even sharing photos of the remarkable children with whom he resided."
The Conference of the Birds
'Do you trust me?' An instant bestseller, A Map of Days launched readers into the previously unexplored world of American peculiars, one bursting with new questions, new allies, and new adversaries. Now, with enemies behind him and the unknown ahead, Jacob Portman's story continues as he takes a brave leap forward into The Conference of the Birds, the next instalment of the beloved, bestselling Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children series.
Now, with enemies behind him and the unknown ahead, Jacob Portman's story continues as he takes a brave leap forward into The Conference of the Birds, the next instalment of the beloved, bestselling Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children series ..."
Miss Peregrine's Journal for Peculiar Children
Life is full of surprises. Things are rarely what they seem. We all have secret hidden talents. These are some of the lessons that Miss Peregrine's students learn, sometimes the hard way. You may not have an ymbryne as your guide, but now you can map your days, record your most peculiar thoughts, and bare your second soul in this beautifully designed journal that's right out of the world of the peculiars. Features vintage black-and-white photos and quotes from all three books in the best-selling Peculiar Children series. It's the perfect companion whether you're traveling peculiardom or caught in a loop.
Life is full of surprises. Things are rarely what they seem. We all have secret hidden talents. These are some of the lessons that Miss Peregrine's students learn, sometimes the hard way."
El mapa de los días. El hogar de Miss Peregrine / A Map of Days
SECRETOS DE FAMILIA. UN BÚNKER SUBTERRÁNEO. NUEVAS AVENTURAS MUY PECULIARES. Vuelven la magia, el misterio, los viajes en el tiempo y los personajes excéntricos que pueblan la imaginación de millones de lectores en el mundo. Tras haber vencido a la amenaza monstruosa que casi destruye el mundo peculiar, Jacob Portman está de vuelta donde comenzó su historia, en Florida. Aunque, ahora, miss Peregrine, Emma y sus amigos peculiares están con él, tratando de pasar desapercibidos. Pero los días en la playa de pronto se ven interrumpidos por un descubrimiento: un búnker subterráneo que pertenecía al abuelo Abe. Secretos ocultos durante mucho tiempo comienzan a emerger, y Jacob tendrá que aprender sobre el peligroso legado que formaba parte de él mucho antes de que descubriera el hogar de miss Peregrine. ENGLISH DESCRIPTION The instant bestseller! • New York Times bestseller • USA Today bestseller • Wall Street Journal bestseller “A Map of Days reveals Ransom Riggs at the peak of his powers, leaving loyal fans ravenous for more.” –NY Journal of Books Having defeated the monstrous threat that nearly destroyed the peculiar world, Jacob Portman is back where his story began, in Florida. Except now Miss Peregrine, Emma, and their peculiar friends are with him, and doing their best to blend in. But carefree days of beach visits and normalling lessons are soon interrupted by a discovery—a subterranean bunker that belonged to Jacob’s grandfather, Abe. Clues to Abe’s double-life as a peculiar operative start to emerge, secrets long hidden in plain sight. And Jacob begins to learn about the dangerous legacy he has inherited—truths that were part of him long before he walked into Miss Peregrine’s time loop. Now, the stakes are higher than ever as Jacob and his friends are thrust into the untamed landscape of American peculiardom—a world with few ymbrynes, or rules—that none of them understand. New wonders, and dangers, await in this brilliant next chapter for Miss Peregrine’s peculiar children. Their story is again illustrated by haunting vintage photographs, now with the striking addition of full-color images interspersed throughout for this all-new, multi-era American adventure.
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION The instant bestseller! • New York Times bestseller • USA Today bestseller • Wall Street Journal bestseller “A Map of Days reveals Ransom Riggs at the peak of his powers, leaving loyal fans ravenous for more.” ..."
Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children Boxed Set
The New York Times #1 best-selling series. Includes 3 novels by Ransom Riggs and 12 peculiar photographs. Together for the first time, here is the #1 New York Times best seller Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children and its two sequels, Hollow City and Library of Souls. All three hardcovers are packaged in a beautifully designed slipcase. Also included: a special collector's envelope of twelve peculiar photographs, highlighting the most memorable moments of this extraordinary three-volume fantasy. MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN: A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. A strange collection of very curious photographs. It all waits to be discovered in this groundbreaking novel, which mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling new kind of reading experience. As our story opens, a horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob Portman journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. HOLLOW CITY: September 3, 1940. Ten peculiar children flee an army of deadly monsters. And only one person can help them—but she's trapped in the body of a bird. The extraordinary adventure continues as Jacob Portman and his newfound friends journey to London, the peculiar capital of the world. There, they hope to find a cure for their beloved headmistress, Miss Peregrine. But in this war-torn city, hideous surprises lurk around every corner. LIBRARY OF SOULS: A boy, a girl, and a talking dog. They're all that stands between the sinister wights and the future of peculiar children everywhere. Jacob Portman ventures through history one last time to rescue the peculiar children from a heavily guarded fortress. He's joined by girlfriend and firestarter Emma Bloom, canine companion Addison MacHenry, and some very unexpected allies.
After all, none the children had been off the island in nearly eighty years, and Miss Peregrine couldn't speak or fly. “There's a map,” she told me, ... “It's called the Map of Days ,” she said. “It's got every loop ever known to exist."
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children
Read the #1 New York Times best-selling series before it continues in A Map of Days. Bonus features • Q&A with author Ransom Riggs • Eight pages of color stills from the film • Sneak preview of Hollow City, the next novel in the series A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. A strange collection of very curious photographs. It all waits to be discovered in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, an unforgettable novel that mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling reading experience. As our story opens, a horrific family tragedy sets sixteen-year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its abandoned bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that the children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive. A spine-tingling fantasy illustrated with haunting vintage photography, Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children will delight adults, teens, and anyone who relishes an adventure in the shadows. “A tense, moving, and wondrously strange first novel. The photographs and text work together brilliantly to create an unforgettable story.”—John Green, New York Times best-selling author of The Fault in Our Stars “With its X-Men: First Class-meets-time-travel story line, David Lynchian imagery, and rich, eerie detail, it’s no wonder Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children has been snapped up by Twentieth Century Fox. B+”—Entertainment Weekly “‘Peculiar’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. Riggs’ chilling, wondrous novel is already headed to the movies.”—People “You’ll love it if you want a good thriller for the summer. It’s a mystery, and you’ll race to solve it before Jacob figures it out for himself.”—Seventeen
After all, none the children had been off the island in nearly eighty years, and Miss Peregrine couldn't speak or fly. “There's a map,” she told me, ... “It's called the Map of Days ,” she said. “It's got every loop ever known to exist."
Between Shades of Gray
A New York Times notable book An International Bestseller A Carnegie Medal Nominee Para tentara menerobos masuk ke gubuk kami sambil mengacungkan senapan ... menyuruh kami berdiri dan menunggu di luar gubuk. Kami mulai berbaris lambat sambil menyeret barang-barang kami. Sebuah truk besar terparkir di dekat kantor. Komandan berdiri di beranda bersama seorang perwira yang tak kukenal. Mereka mulai meneriakkan nama-nama sesuai urutan abjad. Orang-orang naik ke bagian belakang truk. Aku menatap Andrius. Matanya menemukan mataku. Aku akan menjumpaimu, katanya. Aku tidak mengeluarkan satu suara pun. Namun, untuk pertama kalinya setelah berbulan-bulan, aku menangis. Air mata menyembul dari rongga mata kering dan mengaliri pipiku dalam satu aliran cepat. Aku berpaling. Kami berjalan menuju truk dan naik ke dalamnya. Aku menunduk memandang Andrius. Mesin menyala dan meraung. Aku melambaikan tangan untuk mengucapkan selamat tinggal. Bibir Andrius membentuk kata-kata Aku akan menjumpaimu.\u009d Dia mengangguk sebagai penegasan. Aku membalas anggukannya. Namun, aku ragu dia akan menemukanku, andai dia tahu ke mana tentara NKVD akan membawa kami. [Mizan, Noura Books, Novel, Romantis, Internasional, Best Seller]
A New York Times notable book An International Bestseller A Carnegie Medal Nominee Para tentara menerobos masuk ke gubuk kami sambil mengacungkan senapan ... menyuruh kami berdiri dan menunggu di luar gubuk."
Pangeran vampir
Betrayed by Kurda and reeling from the brutal slaying of Gavner, the vampire's assistant, Darren Shan, finds himself branded a traitor and hunted by the vampire clan.
Betrayed by Kurda and reeling from the brutal slaying of Gavner, the vampire's assistant, Darren Shan, finds himself branded a traitor and hunted by the vampire clan."
Places of Childhood Fancy
Many of us grew up exploring fascinating worlds--in books, films, and, most importantly, our imaginations--places filled with mythological characters and magical landscapes where we had stunning experiences punctuated by the harmless pleasures that any child's mind can conjure. These worlds sometimes end up in our childhood fictions, which have in turn shaped countless imaginations and childhood adventures. The essays in this book attempt to comprehend the worlds of children's progressive fiction--from how they are created to how they affect readers. This book explores what happens when speculative genres (fantasy, horror, and science fiction) and imaginative spaces collide headlong with the realities and surrealities of modern childhood. It moves back and forth between Oz, Wonderland, Redwall and Fear Street, and explores series such as Nancy Drew, Inkheart, The Mortal Instruments, the Miss Peregrine series and more. Many of these works feature children who must save the day--to stop the bad guy, kill the monster, complete the quest and rescue adults--leading us to wonder if fantastic spaces in children's progressive fiction are really helping kids prepare to save the world rather than helping them temporarily escape it.
Fairyland , like adulthood, becomes a landscape in which greater auton- omy is accompanied by consequences and ... Maud as Anti-Villain in Catherynne M . Valente's The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making ."
The Athenaeum
1 , To increase the hardness of the wood , and to preserve it from decay , a solution of pyrolignite of iron is to be ... A semicircular arch of perhaps 40 dia- Arundel , had licence to imbattle his manor - house meter occupied the sky ..."
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