Dr. Franklin's Island

Dr. Franklin's Island

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by Ann Halam

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When their plane crashes over the Pacific Ocean, three science students are left stranded on a tropical island and then imprisoned by a doctor who is performing horrifying experiments on humans involving the transfer of animal genes. See more details below


When their plane crashes over the Pacific Ocean, three science students are left stranded on a tropical island and then imprisoned by a doctor who is performing horrifying experiments on humans involving the transfer of animal genes.

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Publishers Weekly
A plane crash strands three survivors on a remote island where a mad scientist and his terrified employees plan to start performing trans-species genetic-engineering experiments on the trio. PW wrote in a starred review, "A nightmarish thriller of white-knuckle intensity." Ages 12-up. (Oct.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
To quote the hardcover review in KLIATT, July 2002: When their plane crashes somewhere off the coast of South America, three teenage science students on the way to a wildlife conservation station are stranded on a tropical island. Semi, a shy and frightened girl, tells of their struggle to survive as resourceful, upbeat Miranda takes the lead and obnoxious Arnie teases both of them. They believe the atoll to be deserted, but then Arnie disappears-and in searching for him, they stumble across the other inhabitants of the island, and their ordeal turns into a nightmare. They are all captured by a mad scientist named Dr. Franklin, who plans to create a new race of creatures with both human and animal traits-and intends that the teenagers become his first trial subjects. Under his transgenic treatment, Semi is transformed into a manta ray and Miranda into a bird, while Arnie, appropriately, is a snake. The three teenagers can communicate telepathically, but are they starting to lose their humanity? And will they ever be able to escape and regain their human forms? This thrilling horror story "was inspired partly by H.G. Wells's story The Island of Dr. Moreau," according to the author, who writes adult SF and fantasy (under the name Gwyneth Jones) as well as books for children. It's an imaginative and absorbing tale that fans of fantasy and horror tales will greatly enjoy. The many sensory details, like Halam's evocations of the joys of being a fish, help make this riveting and memorable, and the close friendship of Semi and Miranda gives the story some emotional depth, too. The spooky cover will help attract an audience. (Note: See also the audiobook version reviewed in this issue.)KLIATT Codes: JS-Recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2002, Random House, Dell, Laurel-Leaf, 245p., Ages 12 to 18.
— Paula Rohrlick
School Library Journal
Gr 5 Up-Taking off from H.G. Wells's classic story, The Island of Dr. Moreau, British author Ann Halam adds genetic engineering, environmental activism, and an air of disaster to this terrifying science fiction adventure involving three teens. Narrator Emilia Fox's rather delicate but edgy British-accented voice captures the personalities of the three English characters as she lends a flat, American cadence to the voice of Dr. Franklin. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher
“Halam delivers a nightmarish thriller of white-knuckle intensity.”—Publishers Weekly, Starred

“Halam creates a gripping, exciting, surprising, and disturbing novel.”—VOYA, Starred

“This exciting and well-developed book will appeal to fans of horror and adventure.”—School Library Journal

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chapter one

We formed a small crowd in the big confused mass of travelers in the Miami airport departure lounge . . . most of us identified by Planet Savers T-shirts, Planet Savers baseball caps, Planet Savers jackets, or at least Planet Savers lapel buttons. We were going to spend the next three weeks together, fifty British Young Conservationists. We were prizewinners in a competition run by the Planet Savers TV program. Part of the time we'd be staying on a wildlife conservation station deep in the Ecuador rain forest; part of the time we'd be visiting the Galapagos Islands.

I'd enjoyed flying from Gatwick as an unaccompanied minor. It was the first time I'd been alone on a plane, but that hadn't frightened me at all. Now I was beginning to feel scared. I'd won a place on this trip by thinking up a biodiversity experiment about beetles. But I suppose I'm a typical nerd, good at the details, not very smart at seeing the larger picture. I'd gone in for the competition because I liked my science teacher, and it had been like doing any interesting piece of homework. I had not thought it through. I had never sat myself down and said to myself, "Hold on, Semirah, what if you win? You are shy. How are you going to survive for three weeks surrounded by total strangers?"

Two presenters from the Planet Savers TV program were coming with us--Neil Cannon and Georgie McCarthy. They were at the center of a chattering group, tall, thin Neil with his spiky ginger hair and freckly tan, Georgie with her glowing dark skin and her cheeky smile. Both of them looked very friendly and cheerful and genuine, the way they did on television. They were the only people I wanted to go up and talk to. They seemed like friends, because I'd seen them so often on TV. But I knew that was an illusion. Real life is different. So I walked about instead, counting my fellow prizewinners.

There were thirty-seven teenagers and ten adult organizers, including Neil and Georgie. There were actually fifty prizewinners, but the other thirteen were traveling on another flight. I decided I was in the rain forest already, or else in a zoo. Maybe I was a new young animal, freshly arrived, and I had to find the enclosure where I belonged. I spotted a baby giraffe; a wolf cub; a slinky green-eyed lizard; a couple of pointy-nosed, mischievous young lemurs; a pouchy-faced boy with tufty auburn hair who looked amazingly like a guinea pig, the kind with the fur sticking up in rosettes. There was one sad girl with big eyes and smooth fair hair sitting by a set of beige pigskin suitcases (while the rest of us had backpacks and nylon stuff-bags), who was like a baby seal--beautifully dressed and totally helpless. There was an awkward, gangly boy with a huge nose, carrying a fluorescent orange puffa jacket, who looked like a newborn wildebeest, stumbling over his own legs. There was a Very Cool Girl, with long black hair, long brown legs, black T-shirt, gray cutoff combats, and a battered rucksack that looked as if she'd borrowed it from Indiana Jones. . . . I couldn't think of an animal comparison for her. She didn't look lost or anxious at all. She must be one of the keepers.

But what kind of animal was I? I didn't know.

I walked all the way around the zoo, and then came back to a girl with a round face and fluffy hair, who looked like a baby owl. I like owls. I was about to say hello when along came Very Cool Girl, with her beautiful hair swinging. She smiled at me, and so did the baby owl. But oh no . . . My throat closed up. I simply could not speak. I can't talk to strangers! I swerved off, and pretended I'd been heading for a nearby drinks machine.

On the row of seats by the machine there was a big chunky pale boy with bristle-short dark hair, sitting by himself. You wouldn't have known he was one of us, except that he had a Planet Savers information pack lying facedown on top of his rucksack. I'd given up on the animal identities, so I didn't try to think of one; but I decided I'd sit down, not next to him but a couple of seats away, to drink my can of Coke. I would try to look casually inviting, and maybe we could strike up a conversation. I sat down, giving a sigh that might have been a sort of noncommittal half-hello. He looked up from the game he was playing on his GameBoy and stared at me, narrow-eyed. His expression said very clearly, I've got your number, Unpopular Girl. Stay away from me.

I am not unpopular. People like me when they get to know me. It's just that I'm chubby and shy, and maybe I work too hard, so I'm not very sociable. . . . I shrugged and walked away, trying not to feel insulted. But being glared at like that naturally didn't make me feel any better. I decided he was an animal after all; a bad-tempered, solitary kind of animal, liable to lash out and best not approached.

Our flight was delayed. I still hadn't managed to talk to a single person when we got on the little bus and were driven out onto the tarmac to board our charter plane. I'd spent most of my time reading a book (well away from the nasty boy). It was hot outside, even though it was evening by then. I remember looking around at all the gray tarmac and the planes, and the smoggy sky, and being glad I was going somewhere green and wild.

There was some swapping of seat allocations, as the lucky people who'd made friends arranged to get next to each other. I had no part of that. I was extremely surprised when I found I was going to be sitting with Very Cool Girl.

"Do you want the window?" she said. "I've got it, but I'd rather have the aisle."

I said yes, I would like the window; and we sat down, me thinking how sophisticated not to want to sit next to the window.

"My name's Miranda Fallow," she said, holding out her hand. I wasn't used to people shaking hands with me, but from Very Cool Girl it seemed adult and right.

"Howdeedoodah," I said, "I'm Semirah Garson, people call me Semi--"

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