Far Far Away [NOOK Book]

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National Book Award Finalist

A dark, contemporary fairy tale in the tradition of Neil Gaiman.

Jeremy Johnson Johnson hears voices. Or, specifically, one voice: the ghost of Jacob Grimm, one half of The Brothers Grimm. Jacob watches over Jeremy, protecting him from an unknown dark evil whispered about in the space between this world and the next.
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Overview

National Book Award Finalist

A dark, contemporary fairy tale in the tradition of Neil Gaiman.

Jeremy Johnson Johnson hears voices. Or, specifically, one voice: the ghost of Jacob Grimm, one half of The Brothers Grimm. Jacob watches over Jeremy, protecting him from an unknown dark evil whispered about in the space between this world and the next.
            But Jacob can't protect Jeremy from everything. When coltish, copper-haired Ginger Boultinghouse takes a bite of a cake so delicious it’s rumored to be bewitched, she falls in love with the first person she sees: Jeremy. In any other place, this would be a turn for the better for Jeremy, but not in Never Better, where the Finder of Occasions—whose identity and evil intentions nobody knows—is watching and waiting, waiting and watching. . . And as anyone familiar with the Brothers Grimm know, not all fairy tales have happy endings.
            Veteran writer Tom McNeal has crafted a young adult novel at once grim(m) and hopeful, full of twists, and perfect for fans of contemporary fairy tales like Neil Gaiman's The Graveyard Book and Holly Black's Doll Bones. The recipient of five starred reviews, Publishers Weekly called Far Far Away "inventive and deeply poignant."

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Jeremy Johnson Johnson is regarded by neighbors as strange not just because of his oddly redundant, but also because he has told them that he hears voices. In fact, he does; most particularly, the voice of fairy tale collector Jacob Grimm. Jeremy was quietly leading a reclusive life, guarded by his ghostly protector, until he fell under the spell of Ginger Boultinghouse; or more precisely, she fell under his. At that point, what should have been the beginning of a friendship or romance becomes instead the occasion of great danger, for an evil intruder is waiting to explode this peaceful metaphysical circle. Magical in its own unique way.

Children's Literature - Justina Engebretson
Once upon a time in a land not so very far, far away lives a boy named Jeremy Johnson Johnson. He is a shy boy who has a gift. Jeremy can hear the voices of those caught in the world of the Zwischenraum, the place where those who die go when they have left something undone on earth. Jacob Grimm, the ancient ghost and one of the famous Grimm brothers, is one such being caught in this world between, searching for the thing he has left undone. Since finding Jeremy, Jacob has been protecting the boy from the Finder of Occasion, whose identity is unknown but whose intensions are evil. Jacob hopes that by protecting Jeremy he will find the thing he has left undone. His careful protection, however, is threatened when beautiful Ginger falls in love with Jeremy and a chain of events unfold that the Finder of Occasions is sure to use. Will Jacob be able to find this seeker of occasions before it is too late? This young adult novel is a treasure to discover; a poignant tale with eloquent prose. The novel possesses everything necessary for an excellent story: intriguing plot, three-dimensional characters, page-turning suspense, and a fulfilling conclusion. With just the slightest touch of gothic horror, a dash of myth, and dose of modernism, the author creates a surreal setting caught somewhere between the land of fairy tales and the present world. Written from the first-person perspective of the ancient ghost, the author tells the story within a story and uses the ancient ghosts wandering presence to reveal elements of the plot that would have otherwise been unknown to the reader. Preteens and teenagers, both girls and boys, will find it hard to put this novel down until they have read the last page. Reviewer: Justina Engebretson
School Library Journal
Gr 6 Up—McNeal spins a tale fluctuating from whimsy to macabre in such a beguiling voice that-like Hansel and Gretel-readers won't realize they're enmeshed in his dangerous seduction until it's too late. The book is narrated by the ghost of Jacob Grimm (yes, that one), unhappily caught in the Zwischenraum (a plane of existence between life and death). For now, he is the nearly constant companion of Jeremy Johnson Johnson, who can hear Grimm's voice when he presses a finger to his right temple. He's also heard the voices of his dying mother and grandfather. This ability has made him an object of derision for many in his little town, though-thrillingly-not to the electrifyingly vibrant Ginger Boultinghouse, who is more than happy to lure Jeremy into more trouble than he's ever encountered. Grimm tries to be the voice of reason-to keep Jeremy safe-but few things are as they initially seem in the town of Never Better and it's difficult to know the difference between hazard and opportunity. It's also hard to know the good folk from the bad and that's because so many of McNeal's characters are complex and have conflicted motivations. When is a bully not so bad? Where's the line between justifiable grief and parental neglect? Can an older man love a teenager in a way that's not creepy? How do stories nourish us? At what point do they stifle us? All these questions, and many more, are raised in this folklore-inflected, adventurous, romantic fantasy. Whether readers connect more deeply with the suspense, the magical elements, or the gloriously improbable love story, they will come away with a lingering taste of enchantment.—Miriam Lang Budin, Chappaqua Library, NY
Publishers Weekly
The ghost of Jacob Grimm—one of the famous fairy-tale collecting brothers—communicates with a lonely boy who is a clairaudient (someone who hears spirits) in this rich and often bone-chilling story. Trapped in "the space between" Earth and the afterlife, Jacob constantly accompanies Jeremy, offering him comfort, affection, and cerebral commentary about Jeremy's life that only the boy can hear. Jacob believes that by protecting Jeremy he can finally move on after 200 years and reunite with his deceased brother. But when Jacob fails to see the source of the danger threatening Jeremy, he must harness all of his ethereal resources to save the boy he loves and ensure a chance at a happy ending. In addition to recounting pieces from the Grimms' stories, McNeal—in his first solo novel for teens—weaves in fantastical fairy-tale details into this inventive and deeply poignant narrative, creating a world that hovers between realism and enchantment. Jacob's tale is menacing, at times terrifying, and often strange—much like the stories collected by the Brothers Grimm. Ages 12–up. Agent: George Nicholson, Sterling Lord Literistic. (June)
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Starred Review, Publishers Weekly, July 8, 2013:
"McNeal weaves in fantastical fairy-tale details into this inventive and deeply poignant narrative, creating a world that hovers between realism and enchantment."

Starred Review, The Horn Book, July/August 2013:
“McNeal superbly and elegantly enfolds those stories’ essence and depth into plot, setting, and characters; archetypal figures and situations glimmer through McNeal’s small-town American cast like tantalizing clues in a novel that becomes ever darker even as it sparkles with the dignified, affectionate voice of its ghostly narrator.”

Starred Review, The Bulletin, June 2013:
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Enchanting, romantic, and tinged with terror, this modern story subtly weaves the haunting essentials of the fairy-tale tradition into a fascinating and beautifully written homage to its source material."

Starred Review, School Library Journal, June 2013:
"Whether readers connect more deeply with the suspense, the magical elements, or the gloriously improbable love story, they will come away with a lingering taste of enchantment."

Starred Review, Booklist, June 1, 2013:
"Reminiscent of Hansel and Gretel, and rife with allusions to Grimm Brothers’ tales, this is a masterful story of outcasts, the power of faith, and the triumph of good over evil."

Review, Wall Street Journal:
"Stunning. [A] beguiling, horrifying and gracefully written novel."

Review, The Atlantic Wire:
“McNeal weaves his modern tale in the fairy-tale tradition, and it will haunt and delight.”

Review, BookPage:
“Far Far Away is an incredibly imaginative modern fairy tale told through the first-person narration of the ghost of Jacob Grimm . . . Suspenseful with a sinister villain, Far Far Away is equally heartwarming as it is scary.”

Review, Shelf-Awareness:
“McNeal structures the novel like a fairy tale, and the overwhelming sense of danger surrounding the village like a deep forest will keep readers glued to the edges of their seats.”

VOYA - Laura Perenic
Far Far Away refuses to commit to any one genre, being neither scary, nor adventurous, nor romantic. It feels like the book was written in 1995—or even 1985. It is not creatively fresh. The story focuses on teens Jeremy and Ginger who live in the small town of Never Better. The ghost of Jacob Grimm narrates and provides insights into Jeremy's personality, and earns the boy a reputation as crazy. The plot has a lot of opportunities to take wild directions, but remains on a plodding course that finally reaches a conclusion that, while unexpected, is not entertaining. It is incongruous that the most tantalizing scene is Jeremy's appearance on a TV quiz show. There is also a mystery involving a missing child named Possy that is unsatisfactorily resolved ages after the disappearance is first revealed. Far Far Away proceeds methodically, providing little description about setting or characters, aside from McNeal's descriptions of the confections from a local bakery which are torturously detectible. Teen and juvenile readers will not be interested in the book's dry tone which is not funny enough, scary enough, or fantastical enough to merit re-reading. Grammatically the title is incorrect; it should read, "Far, Far Away." Reviewer: Laura Perenic
Kirkus Reviews
"Listen, if you will," whispers the ghost of Jacob Grimm to Jeremy Johnson Johnson and to the readers of this delightful, modern-day fairy tale. Jeremy has the rare ability to sense the spectral presence of those caught in the Zwischenraum between mortal life and the hereafter. Jacob Grimm has been a constant presence since Jeremy was 6, a stand-in for Jeremy's absent mother and his absent-minded father. Jacob takes his role as mentor and protector seriously, although his attempts to help Jeremy are not always successful. Jeremy's social standing is a little dubious--what teenager stands a chance with pretty girls when he spouts curses in German? But Ginger Boultinghouse falls for Jeremy after eating the village baker's enchanted Prince Cakes. The two get up to some pranks that lead them to one adventure after another. Things aren't what they seem in the village of Never Better, where kids have gone missing and evil is afoot. The tone of Jacob's narration captures the flavor of the Grimms' tales while blending humorously with Jeremy's ordinary, befuddled, teenage life. The boy and his spectral companion are a charming pair of storytellers with great mutual affection. Readers who love spotting allusions will appreciate this intelligent book's robust vocabulary, its inclusion of French, German and Swedish words, and the real scholarship behind it. (Fantasy. 11-15)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375896989
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 6/11/2013
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 51,157
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

TOM MCNEAL holds an MA in creative writing from UC Irvine and was a Stegner Fellow and Jones Lecturer at Stanford University. He is the author, with his wife, Laura, of four young adult novels published by Knopf: Crooked, Crushed, The Decoding of Lana Morris, and Zipped. His adult titles include Goodbye, Nebraska and To Be Sung Underwater. He lives with his wife and two sons in Southern California. Visit their website at McNealBooks.com.
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Doubtless there are specters who do not respect the privacy of mortals, but I am not one of them. At day’s end, I kept Jer- emy company only until he said, “Good night, Jacob,” and then I took my leave. Sometimes, when he was feeling solitary, he would delay saying good night and we would talk before he fell to sleep. When his spirits were low, I would remind him of one of the day’s pleasant occurrences—a kind word from a teacher or the sight of a gliding nighthawk silhouetted by the moon. Such thoughts sometimes helped him slip into the sweet arms of sleep.

This night, however, Jeremy was ready for slumber. Still—I could not help myself—I reminded him that we had not finished our vocabulary study.

“Wake me early,” he said. “We’ll study then.”

Of course, I said.

“Good night, Jacob.”

Good night, Jeremy.

After retiring from Jeremy’s attic, I made my way to the belfry of the white church built by the town Lutherans. Here I passed my solitary evenings no matter the season, for while I might be- hold the beauty of snow, I was not chilled by it, and though I might hear the buzz of the summer’s mosquito, I was beyond its bite.

I stretched my vaporous legs and gazed out at the vast prairie and sky and thought my disquieting thoughts. Distractions occurred—a star might shoot by, a browsing mouse might rustle a dry leaf, an owl might swoop from a nearby tree—but my apprehensions always returned.

The thing undone.

The unknown yet unmet desire.


This riddle is my prison; I am trapped within it. The answer—the thing undone—is the door that might release me from the Zwischenraum, but if I could not find the door, how could I open it?

What could it be—this thing undone? The Deutsche Wörterbuch, the monumental dictionary that Wilhelm and I undertook to compile, was of course undone. This was my first thought. When Wilhelm died, we were on words beginning with D. At my death, the work was in its seventh volume, and yet I had gotten only to F. But this could not be the thing undone, for it was a thing I could not do. From the Zwischenraum I could not con- tinue our work on the great dictionary, or even encourage others to take it up. So it was not that.

Had Wilhelm and I been alive, we would have discussed the thing undone, approached it with reason, determined its nature, devised a method of correction. But I was alone in the Zwischenraum. I had no advice and no answers and no methods. I had only a tender, terrible yearning for my absent brother.

I wondered if the Zwischenraum was not a riddle to be solved and escaped from but, in fact, Hölle—hell itself—or die Hölle auf Erden—a living hell. And with that came the nagging fear that the maid in Steinau had been right, that Wilhelm was not here because he had passed beyond to a better place, a place I had no way of reaching.

The thing undone.

The unknown yet unmet desire.


Finally, I remembered how, one night in a meeting hall, an aged traveler regaled Wilhelm and me with tales of faraway places, the Russian steppes, the Ganges and Nile rivers, the Great Wall of China, the Canadian Yukon, the American Bad- lands, on and on, each place more fascinating than the last.

That night, as we had walked home under a cold moon, Wilhelm said, “All those marvelous places.” It was a soft, damp evening. The village butcher, passing by with his terrier, touched his hat to us. We had just turned up our lane when Wilhelm said, “We must go to these many places, Jacob, before we rest.”

But we had our tales to transcribe and then the great diction- ary to compile. One works and works, and then one morning the elm tree outside one’s study shatters into the smallest of pieces, and the room in which one sits shatters, and the niece with whom one sits shatters, too, and—blitzschnell!—in the quickest instant the life that one has taken as one’s daily due has been converted to this . . . what? . . . this place between smelling and tasting, between speaking and being heard, between living and finding peace.

But Wilhelm’s words—We must go before we rest—had given me an excuse for movement. In one of the tales, a prin- cess searching for her twelve brothers says that to find them she would travel as far as the sky is blue. It is a beautiful phrase, one that Wilhelm himself added, and it seemed now to command my own quest. I would travel as far as the sky was blue to find him. I needed no shelter, no food, no fire, no rest. However forlorn a ghost might be, he moves quickly and smoothly, without pause or break, and that was what I did.

China, Mongolia, the Yukon, on and on, all of those places Wilhelm had wanted to go, everywhere looking for Wilhelm’s genial face, but I did not find him, and as months passed and then years, my hopes grew fainter. He was not here. He had not waited for me. He had passed on, and I had not.

Decades slipped past. Wars, famines, inventions. A century, finally, and half of another.

Then one day I found myself drifting with the wind across the grassy American plains, and I spied at a distance a specter work- ing his way into the wind. He moved slowly—with the wind behind me, I covered four lengths to his one—and soon we approached each other.

I nodded at him and saw in his dull, desperate eyes my own dull desperation.

Wait, I said. To my own surprise, I said this.

I did not expect him to turn, but he turned and hovered, leaning into the wind, waiting for me to speak again.

I am looking for my Bruder Wilhelm Grimm.

The dead man stared at me for a few moments and then— how surprised I was!—his lips curled into the slightest smile, which I beheld as a man in the desert might behold water.

I know who you were, he said, and who your brother was, though I have not seen him. As a boy, I read your tales.

This news had a soothing effect on me.

For a long time, he said, I thought the Brothers Grimm wrote those fairy tales. Not until I was a grown man did I learn you had collected them from others.

From this I knew he had not been dead as long as I, for when I was alive, few would have made this mistake. Yes, I said, most of the tales came from citizens of Hesse, where we lived for a long time, so, for my brother and me, the associations were tender.

We talked for some time, though the man’s smile had now dried up and he kept peering north, into the wind, as if he had some appointment there to keep. I asked him if we might travel together in search of my brother, but he said he could not. He must travel on, against the wind.

For how long?

He looked at me with hollow eyes. Until I no longer must.

Why? I asked. Why into the wind? What for you is the thing undone?

He bent his head and said, On the answer to that question I will float away from this wretched place.

So he, too, was enduring his own form of living Hölle.

We parted company, that desperate soul and I, but a short time later I detected his voice carrying downwind to me: Hallo, hallo.

I turned and saw him at a great distance motioning me his way. He could not come with the wind, so I must go into it. It took some effort, but in time I had overtaken him.

Yes?

I have remembered something that may be of interest to you. In a town some distance from here, there is a boy who can hear us. The slight smile again formed on the specter’s face. A boy who sleeps in an attic full of fairy tales.

I felt something hopeful stirring within me.

It is more even than that, the stranger said. I was told by an- other specter—a small, nervous woman from Moldova—that there was also in this town a Finder of Occasions who would bring harm to the boy.

A Finder of Occasions? I asked, and the stranger replied, Someone who lies in wait until the opportunity is afforded to do harm or wreak havoc—here he cast his ancient, unhappy eyes at me—without leaving a trace behind.

How will I know this boy? I asked. What is his name? Where will I look for him?

He lives in a bookstore. The village itself can be seen only from the corner of the eye.

What?

It is difficult to find but, once found, you will never lose it. The stranger closed his eyes and searched his memory. There were red buttes nearby. Red-stone buildings in the town. The smell of sulfur. A bakery with wondrous scents. He sighed and squinted into the wind. I cannot tarry. I must go.

How do I locate this Finder of Occasions? I asked, but already the stranger had turned and begun to work his way into the wind.

Off I hastened, full of expectation, but this boy and his store filled with books and his attic full of tales were not easily found. From village to village I went, from house to house and shop to shop until finally—I cannot tell you how many days had gone by—I stopped one evening and stood perfectly still. I closed my eyes and let the night wind move past me as the water moves past a rock in the river. How much time slipped by in this manner I cannot say, but when I again opened my eyes, the stars had scattered and the moon had moved and off to the side, almost behind me in fact, in the thinnest sliver of vision, I could just detect a strange and faint illumination.

I hastened toward this light with uncertainty, and there, taking shape in silhouette, was an array of looming buttes, and a sign that said WELCOME TO NEVER BETTER, and along Main Street there was a bakery producing wondrous aromas, and there, in the last of the business district’s red-block buildings, was a bookstore where a boy sat alone, reading in an armchair under lamplight.

The window was open.

When I drew close and whispered, Listen, if you will, Jeremy Johnson Johnson looked up from his book, cocked his head, and said hopefully, “Mom?”

Honestly, I was sorry to disappoint him. No, I said.

Instinctively, he touched a finger to his temple. “Grandpa?”

Again there was hope in his voice. Again I was sorry to say no.

“Who are you, then?” I cannot explain the phrase I chose. A beggar, I said, echoing words from one of our tales, an ancient beggar with a broken heart. May I stay here awhile?

Well, what have I told you about this boy’s kindness?—he did not hesitate an instant. “Sure, if you want,” he said, and asked me my name.

Jacob. I pronounced it as it is pronounced: Yaw-kub.

But this was strange to the boy, so he had to repeat it. “Yawkub?”

Yes.

“Your accent is different. Where are you from?”

And do you know what I said? I come from long ago and far away.

“You do?” he said, and I could hear pleasure in his voice, and truly, for the first moment in all my time in the Zwischenraum, I felt something like lightness myself.

Well, that was how it was. As rapidly as that, I stepped into Jeremy’s tale. I will not deceive you. I hoped that by protecting him from the Finder of Occasions, I might somehow achieve the thing undone, and be released at last from the Zwischenraum. I contrived a plan. Jeremy was young and clever, and I believed that the best way to protect him was to move him from this town, and I saw no better way to do this than by his going away to university. So I became not only his protector but also his teacher. And all had gone well, until . . .

On this fateful night I stared out at the thinning darkness and heard the first cock crow, with more soon joining in from one farm and another.

And what was this? Human voices? At this early hour?

Yes. Mein Gott!—down on Main Street—Sheriff Pittswort and Deputy McRaven were walking door to door, trying a particular key again and again, looking for the particular lock that it would open . . . as if in some fairy tale.
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  • Posted June 18, 2013

    This was probably not a book I'd normally read, but with all the

    This was probably not a book I'd normally read, but with all the remakes of fairy tales these days in TV and movies, I thought, "Why not try it?" Plus, there was a ghost. It was unlike anything I've ever read, and I'm glad I took a chance on this book.

    The plot was well-paced and took me in unexpected directions. As with fairy tales, especially Grimm, there were some very dark moments, but it was also a wonderful tale of adventure, fantasy, mystery, a little romance and comedy.

    The characters were odd, quirky, imperfect, and hilarious. I laughed out loud more than once and although ambivalent at first, I quickly added Ginger Boultinghouse to my list of favorite characters. She was straightforward, sometimes inappropriate, mischievous, and although misguided at times, attempts to do the right thing. The relationship between Jeremy and Jacob was heartwarming. Jacob came at a time when Jeremy very much needed someone in his life and although a ghost, Jacob acted as both a friend and paternal figure.

    This was an entertaining read and I would highly recommend it to 10+ age middle grade and adults who love fairy tales.

    This review was based on a digital ARC from the publisher through NetGalley

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 11, 2013

    Coming to this book with the thought that it was a fractured fai

    Coming to this book with the thought that it was a fractured fairy tale,I am happily surprised by the depth and breath of this book. This is not your typical fairy tale, and with the historical and emotional facts presented you will never look at fairy tales the same way again. This is a great read for the older student, who has become disillusioned with the Disney version of fairy tales. There is a surprise within the pages, that draws the readers to emotional changes. The story has a dramatic ending that would have done well for A Brothers Grim fairy tale... a great read

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted August 4, 2013

    Beautiful. Dark. Captivating. Suspenseful. Enchanting. These ar

    Beautiful. Dark. Captivating. Suspenseful. Enchanting.

    These are just a few words to describe what Tom McNeal has created. 

    I absolutely love hearing and reading fairy tales, so I had to give Far Far Away a chance. It did not disappoint--at all. I loved it from the first sentence, to the last. It completely captures you and you cannot put it down. It will keep you up into the wee hours of the morning until you finish it.

    The suspense and mystery is wonderful and addicting. 
    The darkness and horror is chilling.
    The writing is beautiful. 

    You feel the need to continue reading because you want to get to the end and figure everything out. At the same though, you don't want the book to end. Then it does end, and you're so saddened that it's over, but your also happy and content with the ending you're given. It takes a good writer to be able to do that. 

    Far Far Away is now one of my favorite fairy tales; possibly one of my favorite books. It was a true pleasure to have the chance get lost in it.

    This was originally posted on my Goodreads account. 

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 7, 2013

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    "A strange and fateful tale of a boy a girl and a ghost&quo

    "A strange and fateful tale of a boy a girl and a ghost" That pretty much sums it up, but it is oh so much more!

    Jeremy just wants to be normal, have friends, live a boring, everyday life. It was bad enough that he could hear a ghost, specifically, the ghost of one of the brothers Grimm. Yes, the fairy tale Grimm. Add to all of that the fact that his father was a recluse, they owned a bookstore with only 2 books, he was the perfect target. Ginger was one of the "cool girls", you know the type, popular, pretty, top of the list. What could she possibly have in common with Jeremy? And how could both of the connect to poor shy Frank Bailey? A complex, funny, dark story fittingly filled with fairy tales!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 12, 2013

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    Originally posted on my blog: Tangled Up In Books I received an

    Originally posted on my blog: Tangled Up In Books

    I received an eBook copy of this book from NetGalley and Knopf Books for Young Readers in exchange for an honest review. I've been struggling all day with what to say here. Much as I struggled to get to the end of this book. To be completely honest I probably shouldn't have started it. I don't even remember putting in the request and was thrown when I received an approval email. It really isn't my type of book but I figured it was there why not give it a go?

    I think my biggest problem was the narration. The book is narrated by none other than Jacob Grimm. Yes one half of the infamous Brothers Grimm. Well, his ghost to be more specific. Sometimes I felt like he was just talking to hear himself speak, like it had absolutely nothing to do with the story. And the frequent bursts of German, yeah that got old fast. I found myself often having to reread things to try to make sense of them.

    I didn't care much for a good portion of the other characters who made appearances in the book either. Jeremy Johnson Johnson was...alright, I'm still sort of on the fence about him. He had his moments when he made me smile possibly even laugh but they were too few and far between. On the other hand, for the most part I liked Ginger Boultinghouse. She was mischievous and funny.

    It was extremely slow paced. Around 60%-ish it sort of took a turn for the creepy and I was hoping it would pick up, but it just didn't get any better for me. I gave it a shot but it just wasn't the right fit for me. And on that note I really don't feel it's very Middle Grade either. But maybe that's just me.

    Thanks to Knopf Books for Young Readers for approving me to read and review this book even though it wasn't right for me. :)

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  • Posted June 11, 2013

    EXCEPTIONAL! This is a tale set in the town of Never Better and

    EXCEPTIONAL!
    This is a tale set in the town of Never Better and the catch is that it is entirely real. Despite the narrator being one of the famous Grimm Brothers, this tale is not one from his books. It is one in which he takes part, as a ghost. Jeremy Johnson Johnson, the human boy he is attached to is one of the few people who can hear the ghost speak. And when terrible, terrible things happen to the Jeremy and his friends, it is the ghost who may be the only hope they have.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2014

    The Legend of the Fallen Arrow pt. 1 Jet's P.O.V

    I woke up in a cold sweat everyone in my cabin had all ready left so I jumped off my bunk threw on my hoodie and torn jean making sure the right arm was ripped. I then walked out into the light and headed to the forge to learn to make some weapons. After the attack from the titans a few years ago Chiron had been making all campers learn how to craft weapons. By the time I got there everyone execpt for one person ,A girl my age named Zoe Smith a daughter of Zues. The only other two people I knew were Zack Winters and Xavier. So I walked over to Zoe and said "Hey want to pair up?" "Sure. But there probably arent any others to choose from." She said which as i sat down chuckled to and looked to the front of a forge were a half-blood was standing. "Hi" he started off "my name is Leo an you are all probably wondering 'ugghhhh why do i hve to be here?' Well I honestly dont want you here but i have to teach so everyone get the mold and metal you are going to use." Everyone got to work so me annd Zoe grabbed the mold for a curved sword called a 'Katana' and got the celestial bronze ready "Now class you hve to....... (Sorry it took so long for part one i got grounded so character apps at fus res one next part at next result Peace out bsodh)
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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 13, 2013

    Great b

    Great book! Five stars!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2013

    Hawkdapple

    "If I fretted about getting a little mud on my paws, would I be a Clan-cat?" She murmured, "I don't mind mud, and I love anything that can help me with understanding the beauty of things. Swimming, is one thing. I can use it to my advantage in cleaning, and it has a good food source. But it also represents beauty." Hawkdapple's voice lowered softly, "And climbing, I can see the riches of the forest. The way that the sky curves with the horizon. It's all made in beauty, and some don't take time to see these things. Running is another way. We don't have all this territory to sit around, but I do love basking in the sunlight." The chocolate furred feline blinked softly, resting her tail with Cheetahsun's, and taking in the sight of the sunsetting, and the pink glow illuminating on the soft white of the clouds. •|-|awkdapple•

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2013

    Gray

    Stood on a rock sharpening his claws

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    a very good read!

    I enjoyed it enough that when I was finished I got out my old Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales... It kept me interested and captivated, wondering who the evil person was, what was to happen next, and found very hard to get on with my work until the last page was finished. I would recommend this without qualm to any older kids and adults (like me) who enjoy reading a good tale.

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  • Posted June 24, 2013

    What I enjoyed most about this book was McNeal's very visual wri

    What I enjoyed most about this book was McNeal's very visual writing style - extremely vivid - bringing the tale to life, directly in my head.
    Recommended for any fans of the Grimm Brothers (tons of history/knowledge about them in this tale), or any fans of fairy tales, in general.

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