Moominsummer Madness

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When a flood sweeps through the valley, the Moomins must find a new house. And with typical Moomin good luck, one just happens to be floating by. It looks normal enough, but there are curtains where one wall should be, strange rows of lights, and other odd amenities. Then Moomintroll and the Snork Maiden disappear, and the family realize that the house may hold the answers to more than they ever dreamed.

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Overview

When a flood sweeps through the valley, the Moomins must find a new house. And with typical Moomin good luck, one just happens to be floating by. It looks normal enough, but there are curtains where one wall should be, strange rows of lights, and other odd amenities. Then Moomintroll and the Snork Maiden disappear, and the family realize that the house may hold the answers to more than they ever dreamed.

A flood hits Moomin Valley and triggers a series of adventures for the Moomins.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

“There is, in short, everything in the Moon books: giant comets and secret caves and tree houses and stilts and magic-carpet clouds and amusement parks run by despotic practical-joking kings and time machines and ski instructors.” –Harper’s

“We need Moominland for its gentle pace, its sense of beauty and awe, and its spirit of friendliness and empathy—now more than ever.” –The Horn Book

“These charming fantasies are propelled by a childlike curiosity and filled with quiet wisdom, appealing geniality, and a satisfying sense of self-discovery.” –School Library Journal.com

“If you had no shame reading Harry Potter on the subway, there’s no need to hide Tove Jansson’s witty, whimsically illustrated Finnish series.” –Daily Candy

“The Moomin books make for both splendid bedtime read-alouds and solitary savoring.” Wall Street Journal

 
“It’s more than forty years since Jansson’s Moomintrolls first appeared. I found the writing and invention as appealing as ever. She has a thistledown touch.”—The Washington Post Book World

“The adventures of the easygoing Moomintrolls have all the crispness and tart surprise of a lingonberry, thanks to Jansson’s ineffably light touch, her uncanny sensitivity to universal childhood emotions, and her gift for terse, naturalistic dialogue.”—Entertainment Weekly

“A gentle, offbeat fantasy.”—The Horn Book

“A lost treasure now rediscovered . . . A surrealist masterpiece.”—Neil Gaiman

“Jansson was a genius of a very subtle kind. These simple stories resonate with profound and complex emotions that are like nothing else in literature for children or adults: intensely Nordic, and completely universal.”—Philip Pullman

“Tove Jansson is undoubtedly one of the greatest children’s writers there has ever been. She has the extraordinary gift of writing books that are very clearly for children, but can also be enjoyed when the child, like me, is over sixty and can still find new pleasures with the insights that come from adulthood.”—Sir Terry Pratchett

“Clever, gentle, witty, and completely engrossing.”—Jeff Smith, author of Bone

“It’s not just Tove Jansson’s wonderfully strange fairytale world that so appeals but also her beautiful line work and exquisite sense of design.”—Lauren Child

“[Tove Jansson] is a master.”—The Times Literary Supplement (London)

“The most original works for children to be published since the Pooh books, and possibly, since Alice.”—Saturday Review

“You will declare yourself a citizen of Moominvalley and call the stories your own—the Moomin world is that compelling.”—Riverbank Review

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The fanciful Moominfolk take to the stage as only they can in this series of droll escapades. Ages 7-10. (Apr.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312608910
  • Publisher: Square Fish
  • Publication date: 4/27/2010
  • Series: Moomins Series , #4
  • Edition description: STRIPPABLE
  • Pages: 176
  • Sales rank: 226,838
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Tove Jansson (1914–2001) was born in Helsinki and spent much of her life in Finland. She is the author of the Moomin books, including Comet in Moominland and Finn Family Moomintroll. Born into an artistic family—her father was a sculptor and her mother was a graphic designer and illustrator—Jansson studied at the University College of Arts, Crafts and Design in Stockholm, the Finnish Academy of Fine Arts, and L’École des Beaux-Arts in Paris. In addition to her Moomin books, she also wrote several novels, drew comic strips and worked as a painter and illustrator. In 1966, she was awarded the Hans Christian Andersen Medal for her body of work. Jansson had a studio in Helsinki but spent most of her time at her home on a small island called Klovharu.

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Chapter 1
About a bark boat and a volcano
Moominmamma was sitting on the front steps in the sun, rigging a model bark schooner. “One big sail on the mainmast, and one on the foremast, and several small three-cornered ones to the bowsprit, if I remember rightly,” she thought.
The rudder was a ticklish job, and the hold an odder one. Moominmamma had cut a tiny bark hatch, and when she laid it on, it fitted snugly and neatly over the hold.
“Just in case of a hurricane,” she said to herself with a happy sigh.
By her side on the steps, knees under chin, sat the Mymble’s daughter, looking on. She saw Moominmamma next tack the stays with small glass-headed pins, each of a different color. The mast heads were already flying bright red pennants.
“For whom is it?” asked the Mymble’s daughter respectfully.
“For Moomintroll,” replied his mamma, and searched her work basket for something for an anchor cable.
“Don’t push me about!” cried a small voice from the basket.
“Dear me,” said Moominmamma, “here’s your little sister in my work basket again! She’s going to hurt herself on the pins and needles one day.”
“My!” said the Mymble’s daughter menacingly and tried to pull her sister out of a skein of wool. “Come out at once!”
But Little My managed to crawl deeper into the wool, where she disappeared completely.
“Such a nuisance she turned out so very small,” complained the Mymble’s daughter. “I never know where to look for her. Couldn’t you make a bark boat for her, too? She could sail in the water barrel, and I’d always know where she is.”
Moominmamma laughed and looked in her handbag for another piece of bark.
“Do you think this would hold Little My?” she asked.
“Certainly,” said the Mymble’s daughter. “But you’ll have to make a small life belt as well.”
“May I cut up your knitting ball?” shouted Little My from the sewing-basket.
“By all means,” replied Moominmamma. She was admiring her schooner and wondered if she had forgotten anything. As she sat holding it in her paw a big black flake of soot came floating down and landed amidships on the deck.
“Ugh,” said Moominmamma and blew it away. Immediately another flake landed on her nose. Suddenly the air was full of soot.
Moominmamma rose with a sigh.
“So very annoying, this volcano,” she remarked.
“Volcano?” asked Little My, and thrust an interested head out of the wool.
“Yes, it’s a mountain not so very far from here, and all of a sudden it’s begun spitting fire and smoke over the whole valley,” explained Moominmamma. “And soot. It’s always kept quiet and good ever since I married. And now, after all these years, exactly when I’ve finished my washing, it has to sneeze once again and blacken all the things I hung out.”
“Everybody’s burning up!” shouted Little My happily. “And everybody’s houses and gardens and playthings and little sisters and their playthings!”
“Fiddlesticks,” said Moominmamma genially and whisked away another speck of soot from her nose.
Then she went off to look for Moomintroll.
Under the slope, a little to the right of Moominpappa’s hammock tree, was a large pond of clear, brown water. The Mymble’s daughter always insisted that it had no bottom in the middle. Perhaps she was right. Around the edges, broad and shining leaves grew for dragonflies and skimming-beetles to rest on, and below the surface spidery creatures used to row wrigglingly along, trying to look important. Further down, the pond-frog’s eyes glinted like gold, and sometimes you could catch a quick glimpse of her mysterious relatives that lived deep down in the mud.
Moomintroll was lying in his customary place (or one of his places), curled up on the green-and-yellow moss with his tail carefully tucked in under him.
He looked gravely and contentedly down into the water while he listened to the rustle of wings and the drowsy buzz of bees around him.
“It’s for me,” he thought. “I’m sure it’s for me. She always makes the first bark boat of the summer for the one she likes most. Then she muddles it all away a little, because she doesn’t want anybody to feel hurt. If that water-spider goes crawling eastwards, there’ll be no dinghy. If it goes westwards, she’s made a dinghy so small that you hardly dare take it in your paw.”
The spider crawled off eastward, and tears welled up in Moomintroll’s eyes.
At that moment there was a rustling in the grass, and his mother thrust out her head between the tufts.
“Hello,” she said. “I’ve got something for you.”
She bent down and floated the schooner with great care. It balanced beautifully over its own reflection and started away on the port tack as if manned by old salts.
Moomintroll saw at a glance that she had forgotten the dinghy.
He rubbed his nose friendlily against hers (it feels like stroking your face against white velvet) and said: “It’s the nicest you’ve ever made.”
They sat side by side in the moss and watched the schooner sail across the pond and land at the other shore beside a large leaf.
Over at the house the Mymble’s daughter was shouting for her little sister. “My! My!” she yelled. “Horrible little menace! My-y-y! Come home at once so I can pull your hair!”
“She’s hid somewhere again,” said Moomintroll. “Remember that time we found her in your bag?”
Moominmamma nodded. She was dipping her nose in the water and looking at the bottom.
“There’s a nice gleam down there,” she said.
“It’s your golden bracelet,” said Moomintroll. “And the Snork Maiden’s necklace. Good idea, isn’t it?”
“Splendid,” said his mother. “We’ll always keep our bangles in brown pond water in the future. They’re so much more beautiful that way.”
On the front steps of Moominhouse stood the Mymble’s daughter, nearly breaking her voice with yelling. Little My sat quietly in one of her numberless hide outs, just as her sister knew.
“She’d use some kind of bait instead, if she were wise,” thought Little My. “Honey, for instance. And then beat me up when I came.”
“Mymble,” said Moominpappa from his rocking-chair. “If you keep shouting like that she’ll never come.”
“It’s for my conscience’s sake,” explained the Mymble’s daughter a little conceitedly. “It hurts me more than her. When Mother went away she said to me: ‘Now I’m leaving your little sister in your care, and if you can’t bring her up nobody can, because I’ve given up.’ ”
“I see,” said Moominpappa. “Then please yell all you want to, if it takes a weight off your mind.” He reached out for a piece of cake from the luncheon table, looked around him carefully, and dipped it in the cream jug.
The verandah table was laid for five. The sixth plate was under it, because the Mymble’s daughter declared that she felt more independent there.
My’s plate, of course, was very small, and it was placed in the shadow of the flower vase in the middle of the table.
Now Moominmamma came galloping up the garden path.
“There’s no hurry, dear,” said Moominpappa. “We had a snack in the pantry.”
Moominmamma stopped to look at the luncheon table. The cloth was speckled over with soot.
“Oh, dear me,” she said. “What a terribly hot and sooty day. Volcanoes are such a nuisance.”
“If it only weren’t quite so far away,” said Moominpappa. “Then one could find a paperweight of real lava,” he added longingly.
It really was a hot day.
Moomintroll had remained lying in his place by the pond, looking up at the sky, which had turned sparkling white like a sheet of silver. He could hear the sea gulls squawking to each other down by the seashore.
“There’s a thunderstorm coming,” Moomintroll thought sleepily and rose to his feet from the moss. And as always when there was a change in the weather, dusk, or a strange light in the sky, he noticed that he was longing for Snufkin.
Snufkin was his best friend. Of course, he also liked the Snork Maiden a lot, but still it can never be quite the same with a girl.
Snufkin was a calm person who knew an immense lot of things but never talked about them unnecessarily. Only now and again he told a little about his travels, and that made one rather proud, as if Snufkin had made one a member of a secret society. Moomintroll started his winter sleep with the others when the first snow fell. But Snufkin always wandered off to the South and returned to Moomin-valley in the springtime.
This spring he hadn’t come back!
Moomintroll had begun waiting for him as soon as he awoke, even if he didn’t tell the others. When the birds began to wing their way high over the valley, and even the snow on the northern slopes had melted, he became impatient. Never before had Snufkin been so late. And then summer came, and long grass grew all over Snufkin’s camping place by the river, as if no one had ever lived there.
Moomintroll waited still, but not so eagerly any more, just reproachfully and a little tiredly.
The Snork Maiden had brought up the topic once at the dinner table.
“How late Snufkin is this year,” she said.
“Who knows, perhaps he won’t come at all,” said the Mymble’s daughter.
“I’m sure the Groke’s got him!” cried Little My. “Or he’s fallen down a hole and gone to pieces!”
“Hush, dear,” said Moominmamma hastily. “You know that Snufkin always comes out on top.”
“But still,” Moomintroll reflected on his quiet walk along the river. “There ARE Grokes and policemen. And abysses to fall in. And it happens that people freeze to death, and blow up in the air, and fall in the sea, and catch herring-bones in their throats, and a lot of other things.
“The big world is dangerous. Where there’s no one to know one and no one to know what one likes and what one’s afraid of. And that’s where Snufkin’s walking along now in his old green hat … And there’s the Park Keeper who is his great enemy. A terrible, terrible enemy …”
Moomintroll stopped on the bridge and stared bleakly down at the water. At that moment a paw touched him lightly on the shoulder. Moomintroll turned with quite a jump.
“Oh, it’s you,” he said.
“I don’t know what to do,” said the Snork Maiden, giving him an imploring look under her fringe.
She wore a wreath of violets around her ears and had felt bored since morning.
Moomintroll made a friendly and slightly preoccupied sound.
“Let’s play,” said the Snork Maiden. “Let’s play that I’m a wondrous beauty who gets kidnapped by you.”
Excerpted from Moominsummer Madness by Tove Jansson.
Copyright © 1955 by Tove Jansson.
Published in 1955 by Farrar Straus Giroux.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 24, 2011

    Quick, Fun Read

    In this installation of the Moomin-books, they're put out of their house by a flood... and they begin to inhabit a theater, without knowing what it is, or what happens in one. This book carries some of the same ideas from past Moomin books (such as a flood, and spells), but introduces new adventures and characters. Sniff was absent from this book, but Snufkin played a fun role. Overall, another fun book from Jansson.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 24, 2002

    Too Cute, Loved it Too Much, Took it Everywhere I Went

    Even though I am a fifth grader, top of my class, and read some pretty challenging books, this book goes into my "favorites" catagory. This book was so adorable, that I couldn't get over how sweet the Moomin family was. I recomend this book to everyone; young and old. I can not wait t get my hands onto another Moomin book. Enjoy!

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