Hippomobile!

Overview

There are many stories about kid crusaders who save something, but none like this one. With steampunk, tall tale, and just plain silly elements, the story of how ten-year-old twins Jimmy and Stella found out about the unique vehicle called the hippomobile, learned its history, and then used it to rescue their beloved town of Wymore is an original variant on a tried and true theme. A cast of wildly eccentric characters, most of whom are the twins' forty-seven grandmas and grandpas; a liberal ...

See more details below
Hardcover
$12.23
BN.com price
(Save 28%)$16.99 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Hardcover)
  • All (23) from $1.99   
  • New (14) from $7.44   
  • Used (9) from $1.99   
Hippomobile!

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$10.49
BN.com price
(Save 38%)$16.99 List Price
Note: Kids' Club Eligible. See More Details.

Overview

There are many stories about kid crusaders who save something, but none like this one. With steampunk, tall tale, and just plain silly elements, the story of how ten-year-old twins Jimmy and Stella found out about the unique vehicle called the hippomobile, learned its history, and then used it to rescue their beloved town of Wymore is an original variant on a tried and true theme. A cast of wildly eccentric characters, most of whom are the twins' forty-seven grandmas and grandpas; a liberal sprinkling of diner slang and odd colloquial phrases, many explained in footnotes; and a sense that the events described never took place but could have are among the surprising ingredients of this unconventional creation. The fact that there really was a hippomobile with its own history doesn't interfere with the fun.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Pitch-perfect description and dialogue. . . A rousing adventure with double the heart."
Kirkus, starred review

"Tapia's first book for younger readers creates a tapestry rich with characters whose language is as unique as the townspeople themselves. . . A story that children will find delightfully engaging."
School Library Journal

"Tapia creates a smart and hilarious story likely to engage a wide range of middle-grade readers."
Booklist Online

School Library Journal
11/01/2013
Gr 4–6—Twins Jimmy and Stella spend their summers in the town of Wymore with their 47 grandmothers and grandfathers, none of whom are really members of their family. The siblings' real grandparents decided the heat was too much and moved somewhere colder. Wymore used to be a bustling community, but that was long ago and now the citizens share the 25 rooms of the local hotel and get their meals at Mabel's Café. Unfortunately, Mabel finds herself in financial straits and must close the diner, and if it closes, so will the town. The kids decide to put their heads together and rebuild the Hippomobile, an invention created originally by one of Wymore's more mysterious former residents. The town's hopes hinge on the ingenuity and hard work of the twins and their extended family. Tapia's first book for younger readers creates a tapestry rich with characters whose language is as unique as the townspeople themselves. Though the colloquialisms can distract and may, at times, be difficult to interpret, the ever-present footnotes ensure that most readers will understand exactly what is taking place. All in all, this is a story that children will find delightfully engaging.—Wayne R. Cherry, Jr., First Baptist Academy Library, Houston, TX
Kirkus Reviews
★ 2013-08-15
The town of Wymore is dying, and it's not just because the majority of its 51 residents are "all old and have either gray hair or no hair at all." During the summer months, when their parents are working long hours out of town, twins Jimmy and Stella are watched over by 47 grandparents, none of whom are related to them by blood. The twins eat their meals at Mabel's cafe, sleep in the local hotel, spend time in their special tree and try hard to memorize all the presidents of the United States. When Mabel admits to them that she can't afford to keep the cafe open any longer, they put their eager brains to the problem of saving Mabel's and, subsequently, the town. How? By resurrecting a glorious vehicle invented by a previous, mysterious town inhabitant. In his first book for a young audience, Tapia (Deep Tissue, 2012) shows remarkable ownership of language that his readers will find both hilarious and wise. Peppering the pitch-perfect description and dialogue are phrases like "Stella scraped her prayer bones" and "the biggest linguisters," and for readers who can't figure out what those mean, Tapia provides plenty of footnotes. The relationships between the young and old, the townspeople and the town are endearing and enduring. A rousing adventure with double the heart. (Adventure. 8-12)
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547995489
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 10/8/2013
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 1,432,547
  • Lexile: 970L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Read an Excerpt

Chapter 1: Welcome to Nowhere

You ain't gonna believe this, but it’s true. We’re the last two kids in town. In fact, we’re the only two kids in town. And what’s more, since we’re twins, it’s almost like there ain’t even two of us, even though there is. One of us is Jimmy and the other one is Stella, and we don’t look too much alike, like some twins do.1.
   
   We live in the town of Wymore, and Wymore is so small you might as well not even try to find it on a map. The official population is only fifty-one, and that number drops down to forty-nine in the summertime when Pops is on the road and Mom is working what she calls the graveyard shift far off in another county, and we’re left here to live with our remaining forty-seven grandmas and grandpas.2
   Now a long time back, Wymore had lots more people in it and a real train station where ladies in funny hats and gentlemen with long curly mustaches got off. There was also real stores where you could buy stuff, and even a shoe factory we’re gonna tell you about real soon. For now, we’ll just tell you that people used to travel right far to buy Gottfried Schuh’s Everlasting Shoes. And on account of how far they had to go to get here, some of them folks would stay overnight at the one hotel in town. Back then it was glamorous and shiny as spit and called the Stanley Hotel, until over time the S, the T, the L, and the E on the sign rusted and fell off. Then it became the Any Hotel.3 That’s where everybody in Wymore lives now, and seeing that there ain’t but 25 rooms, we’ve all got to squeeze together some and double up and just plain make do.
Last summer we lived in Room #9 because we were nine years old back then. Meanwhile we’ve moved across the hall to Room #10, and you can probably guess how come. The mattresses are worse there, and the pillows are harder, and the floor squeaks more, and there’s no picture in the picture frame up between our two beds, but the screen in the window don’t let in no bugs, and now we can overlook the whole town square. Not that much ever happens down there, but if it does, we ain’t gonna miss it.
The hotel has three floors, and we’re on the middle floor. And when it’s not too hot and muggy at night, we sometimes climb up on the roof and pitch a tent. The roof’s so flat that there ain’t no chance of us rolling off it in our sleep. But for the longest time, Mom used to get the all-overs4 about it because of how she was so scared of heights.5 And so we just didn’t bother to tell her when we went up there.
Except for the hotel, there ain’t really anyplace left to go to in Wymore outside of Mabel’s Café. All the other places that used to be in Wymore are all closed down now. Like there used to be an appliance store and a flower shop and a bank, but they’re gone. And there used to be an auto parts store and a hardware store and a beauty salon, but they’re gone. And there used to be a furniture store and a drugstore and a haberdashery,6 but they’re gone. And there used to  be a  barbershop, but  that’s gone  too, although Grandpa Homer and Grandpa Virgil still have their barber-shop duet.
Sometimes we go and play in them old stores, though, especially in summer when days go by slower than a snail riding a turtle. The old furniture store is good for playing tag in on account of all the old busted tables and chairs you can jump over, and there’s a rusty stove at the appliance store that we can bake a dust and pebble pie in if we feel like. Sometimes we go to the old drugstore and cough and sneeze and take our temperature with a twig under our armpit and swallow medicine we make ourselves by rolling up little balls of yellow newspaper.7
Robbing the old bank is another way to pass the time around here, but our play money is running low and there ain’t many grandmas and grandpas left who can stick ’em up, on account of how their arms just don’t move easy anymore. Sometimes we go to the haberdashery and dress up in old, too big, ugly clothes if Grandpa Bert lets us. And sometimes we just think about how nice it’d be to go swimming, but Wymore ain’t got a swimming pool. There ain’t even a swimming hole somewhere. The town is all dirt and dust and wind and no water.
That leaves Mabel’s. The café is named after Grandma Mabel, and there ain’t no one around who can swing a wood spoon like her. And alls you gotta do is taste her checkerboards8 or her Bossy in a bowl9 or a slice of her Eve with a lid on,10 and you’ll be a customer for life, if not longer.
Now, you might’ve noticed we ain’t said nothing about there being a school in Wymore. Well, you would’ve noticed right, because there ain’t one. There is an old school building one block off the town square, right next to the old oak tree everybody around here refers to as Old Tom Wood, but there just ain’t enough kids around here to fill up a school, and so it long since closed its doors. Think about it. How would you like having just two kids in your class and one of them being your sister and the other one being your brother?
But that doesn’t mean we get to not go to school. We go five long days a week, nine long months a year, just like you do. In fact, this summer we even got homework. And pretty soon Mr. Buzzard will be coming through town every morning bright and early in his yellow pickup11 to collect us in front of Mabel’s. We sit out back in a wore-out tire with our bait cans12  in our laps, and he drives us over nine miles of back roads that give our bones a good rattling. School’s up in a place called McFall. That’s the big city around here, with the one traffic light and a general store.
   But we still got some time left to laze about up in Old Tom Wood and ruminate over all that happened this summer. We know our teacher is gonna be asking us what we did, and we wanna be good and ready when she does. Because a summer like ours don’t happen but once in a blue moon, especially them six days that changed the course of our lives and the lives of everyone else here in Wymore on account of something called a hippomobile. And here’s the story the two of us wanna tell.
   
1 Even though we got the same bowl cuts.
2 We’ll explain that one later.
3 Which today has another new name you’ll learn about soon enough.
4 That means she got nervous.
5 That’s one of the things that was gonna change over the course of this summer.
6 That’s what they used to call a men’s clothing store.
7 We’ve found out there’s only so much old newspaper medicine you can swallow before you get a stomachache.
8 That’s what we call waffles.
9 and that’s beef stew.
10 That’s apple pie with a top crust. We ain’t sure exactly how all these foods got named, but it’s just one thing you’re gonna have to get used to.
11 it used to be red, but we got to help him paint it yellow because everybody knows that’s the color of a school bus.
12 That’s what we call lunch boxes. Which is pretty weird on account of that nobody in Wymore has ever gone fishing since there ain’t no water to fish in.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Be the first to write a review
( 0 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(0)

4 Star

(0)

3 Star

(0)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously

    If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
    Why is this product inappropriate?
    Comments (optional)