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My Bonny Light Horseman: Being an Account of the Further Adventures of Jacky Faber, in Love and War (Bloody Jack Adventure Series #6)
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My Bonny Light Horseman: Being an Account of the Further Adventures of Jacky Faber, in Love and War (Bloody Jack Adventure Series #6)

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by L. A. Meyer

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The infamous pirate, riverboat seductress, master of disguise, and street-urchin-turned-sailor Jacky Faber has been captured by the French and beheaded in full view of her friends and crew.
Inconceivable? Yes! The truth is she’s secretly forced to pose as an American dancer behind enemy lines in Paris, where she entices a French general into


The infamous pirate, riverboat seductress, master of disguise, and street-urchin-turned-sailor Jacky Faber has been captured by the French and beheaded in full view of her friends and crew.
Inconceivable? Yes! The truth is she’s secretly forced to pose as an American dancer behind enemy lines in Paris, where she entices a French general into revealing military secrets—all to save her dear friends. Then, in intrepid Jacky Faber style, she dons male clothing and worms her way into a post as galloper with the French army, ultimately leading a team of men to fight alongside the great Napoleon.
In this sixth installment of the Bloody Jack Adventures series, love and war collide as the irrepressible Jacky Faber sets off on a daring adventure she vowed she’d never take.

Editorial Reviews

VOYA - Stephanie Petruso
The fifth installment in Meyer's Bloody Jack Adventures, featuring Jacky Faber, the sixteen-year-old girl pirate and adventurer, finds Jacky and her friends seized from the ship she commands and Jacky believing she is about to be guillotined. It is a trick though-Jacky's captors need people to believe that she is dead so they can plant her as a spy in France. She agrees to the ruse in order to free her friends from prison and finds herself posing as a prostitute in Paris, where only quick thinking keeps her from having to do anything distasteful. Her spying soon leads her to work as a messenger in the French Army, where she dresses as a soldier, leads a ragtag group of peasants into battle, and meets Napoleon himself. Although the story starts slowly, Jacky's wit and lots of action make it an engaging read. Despite a large list of supporting characters, including a number from previous books, brave, resourceful Jacky is the only one who is well developed. Her love for her friends is her driving motivation, but it is a reflection on Jacky, not them. Readers unfamiliar with the series may have a difficult time keeping the other characters straight. The book also blends the gory details about war with romance in a way that might put off fans of one or the other. This novel can be handed to stronger readers who enjoy a multifaceted plot with adventure, humor, and romance. Reviewer: Stephanie Petruso
KLIATT - Claire Rosser
Like most of Jacky Faber's adventures, this one could probably be read on its own. It's Meyer's wit and intelligence that bring the reader along in these totally improbable but entertaining epics. For example, as Jacky is offered a deal by British Secret Intelligence to save her life (condemned as a traitor and pirate) by becoming a spy in France for England, she chooses her name to be Jacqueline Bouvier. This Jacqui must pretend to be a dancer and a courtesan, to get secrets from the military officers in Napoleon's army and report back to English operatives. How she protects her virginity while pretending to be a prostitute is a marvel in itself. Fairly quickly, she is back to being a boy, disguised as an American sympathetic to Napoleon, pretending to be a courier in Napoleon's army, taking dispatches between generals. Yes, she meets Napoleon himself. She commands a small band of French villagers who have enlisted, and her sympathies are compromised: how can she betray these new friends and cause their deaths? In this battle, Napoleon is fighting Prussians, not the British, so that decision isn't so hard for Jacky. She celebrates her 16th birthday somewhere in this story, and she still longs for Jaimy, her one true love (sort of), even while flirting with a handsome young Frenchman. So you see, all very complicated, and I've just begun to relate the many adventures. At the end of this sixth book in the series, I see an opening to end the series because the story wraps up neatly as Jacky is reunited with Jaimy and her beloved crew, safe for the moment. No other series for YAs is like this one! Reviewer: Claire Rosser
Kirkus Reviews
The sixth in the adventures of the spirited heroine, who turns 16 during the course of the novel. At breakneck pace, she's taken from America back to England and pressed into service as a spy, finds herself first a dancer and then a member of the demimonde in Paris and finally, once again disguised as a boy, a messenger for Napoleon's troops. As always, the erstwhile urchin either saves the day or slithers out of trouble thanks to her wits and larger-than-life heroics. Meyer's first-person tale recalls the energy and historicity of Patrick O'Brian's seafaring tales and delights in a variety of sly references (in France, for instance she uses the nom de guerre Jacqueline Bouvier, or Jacques, when disguised as a male cadet). Amusing nomenclature, historical and cultural in-jokes and colorful locales are strewn with abandon throughout the long and tireless narrative. Both the stirrings of love and the horrors of war are as vivid as the descriptions of victuals and raiment. Teens who have followed Jacky will be happy for another ride. (Historical fiction. 12 & up)

Product Details

Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Publication date:
Bloody Jack Adventure Series , #6
Edition description:
First Edition
Product dimensions:
5.90(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.50(d)
950L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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Chapter 1

"Is it not a glorious day to be alive, Higgins?" I ask, sitting on the hatch of my fleet little schooner with my back to the aftermast and my legs sprawled out before me, looking up at the trim of the sails. I’m clad in my usual sailing gear of light cotton shirt, short buckskin skirt, bare of lower limbs and bare of feet. The breeze ruffles through the stubble of hair that is regrowing itself on my head and the sun feels good on my face.

"It is indeed, Miss," says my very, very good John Higgins, Confidant, Personal Assistant, and Highest-Paid Employee of Faber Shipping, Worldwide. Highest-paid, that is, when Faber Shipping has any money at all to pay anything to anybody. Right now, my corporation consists of two small boats, the Evening Star and the Morning Star, and the Nancy B. Alsop, my beautiful little Gloucester schooner and current flagship of Faber Shipping, Worldwide, on which my bottom now rests.

"However," continues Higgins, nudging, once again, my ankles back together and pulling the hem of my buckskin skirt back down over my knees, over which knees it had crawled up a bit, "you really should stay out of the sun as it is not good for your complexion. I assume you’ll be taking your lunch up here on the hatch?"

I nod and smile up at my good friend and protector. "You spoil me too much, Higgins."

"Well, Miss, we must keep you tidy, mustn’t we?" says Higgins. He reaches over and runs his hand through my hair, which is now about three inches long. "Soon we’ll be able to comb this, which will be a relief. I will be back directly."

I had lost my long, sandy locks in a not-very-pleasant incident on my way down the Mississippi River this summer. To make up for my loss of coiffure, I have purchased, in various ports, a collection of wigs, some rather fancy, some very plain, and I must admit I enjoy prancing about in some of the gaudier ones when we are in foreign ports—I have one especially outrageous long, curly red one festooned with yellow ribbons, which comes all the way down to my bum. Higgins, upon seeing me wearing it for the first time, visibly recoiled and said, "God, that’s ghastly," this being the only time I think I have ever moved him to taking the Lord’s name in vain, which is something, considering what I have done in the past to offend both his sensibilities and his sense of propriety.

Ah, yes, that was all in good fun, but here, in the sun and amongst my friends who all know me for my eccentricities, I wear no wig at all.

The Nancy B is headed south to pick up more sugar in Jamaica—that’s what we’ve been doing during the past few months since we left New Orleans. We haul granite down from New England—it doesn’t bring much, but it’s good ballast and from what else are they gonna make fine buildings and tombstones down there in Jamaica? Sand? Coral?—and so after we off-load and sell that, we buy sugar and haul it north from the Caribbean to Boston to be made into rum by the many distilleries there. Then we turn around and do it again. And yet again.

Nice and safe and calm—running the Nancy B as a coaster, seldom out of sight of land. That’s the new levelheaded Jacky Faber; no more impulsive plunging into awful situations and then desperately struggling to get myself out of them. Nay, I am doing what I have always said I wanted to do, which is to have a fine ship like this one and haul stuff from a place that’s got a lot of that stuff, and take it to another place that ain’t got a lot of that stuff and is willing to pay for it, and so prosper. I had thought about sailing across the Big Pond to set up a smuggling operation running the British blockade of France, and maybe after Jaimy gets back to London next year and we are wed, we might give it a try—after all, the stores of Fletcher Wine Company must be getting mighty lean. Maybe I’ll write to Jaimy’s father and see what he thinks about participating in a little mischief—and tell him about how his son looked when last I saw him on the deck of HMS Mercury, all decked out in his new lieutenant’s uniform and looking oh-so fine. Maybe I’ll write and say . . . Nay, I won’t write to him at all, I know I will not, for I also realize that most of the Family Fletcher has very little use for one Jacky Faber, former privateer, who stole from them not only the affection of their beloved son, but also a good deal of their fortune, at least in wine, that is. Besides, running a blockade ain’t nice and safe and calm, which is what I have resolved to be. Jaimy and I will work out what our lives are to be like when he gets back from Japan and we are united and . . .

Ahem. Back to business. This is the state of Faber Shipping, Worldwide, on this early September day in 1806:

Holdings: The aforementioned two small boats and the Nancy B. Alsop, a two-masted schooner, sixty-five feet in length and named after my mother. We’ve also got nets, traps, and other rigging, plus various armaments. Since acquiring her, we have fitted her with swivel guns fore and aft—I learned about the usefulness of those little pepper pots this past summer when sailing down the Mississippi River on my keelboat, the Belle of the Golden West. We’ve added two standard nine-pound cannons mounted on either side. Sure it’s extra weight that could be better used for cargo, but the piece of mind the guns afford outweighs the loss of freight tonnage, for there are pirates abroad in these waters, some of whom I know by name, and many of them do not hold me in the highest regard. After all, I did spend the summer before this one cruising and carousing around the Caribbean on my lovely Emerald.


Miss Jacky Mary Faber, President

Mr. John Higgins, Vice President and Chief Consultant

Mr. Ezra Pickering, Esquire, Clerk, Secretary, and Treasurer. From his law office on Union Street in Boston, he manages the books, bails me out of jail (when he can), and makes sure that all is neat and tidy, legalwise.

Miss Chloe Abyssinia Cantrell, Freeborn Person of Color, Accountant, toiling in Mr. Pickering’s office and under his kind tutelage. She also gives harpsichord lessons to the sons and daughters of the local gentry.

Mr. James Tanner, Seaman, Coxswain to the President, and First Mate of the Nancy B, where he now stands at the helm.

Mrs. Clementine Amaryllis Tanner, wife to Mr. Tanner, newly installed in comfortable lodgings on State Street and employed at the Lawson Peabody School as serving girl and assistant cook to Mrs. Peg Mooney to help pay for said lodgings, till such time as she learns to read and write well enough to be of use to Faber Shipping. Hey, if being a chambermaid was good enough for me, it’s good enough for her. Peg reports that she is cheerful, does her job well, and goes about her tasks singing, which is good.

Mr. Solomon J. Freeman, newly freed Person of Color, in charge of the Evening Star and the Morning Star, and the staffing and manning thereof for the purpose of setting and hauling fish and lobster traps in Boston Harbor. He has shown himself to be very good at that. He takes instruction in Language and the Classics from Miss Cantrell, which I think will be to his benefit. Furthermore, he has found outside employment with Messieurs Fennel and Bean in their theatrical productions as both musician and sometime actor. He is becoming quite the man-about-town and is enjoying to the fullest his new life as a free man. I tell him to be careful, but he doesn’t listen. Oh, well, when did I ever listen to good advice, I ask myself, and the answer to that is seldom, if ever.

Master Daniel Prescott, Ship’s Boy and Reluctant Scholar. He has been unofficially adopted by Faber Shipping. He is with me on this voyage, as is Jim Tanner and Higgins.

John Thomas and Smasher McGee, Seamen, Roughnecks, and the rest of the crew of the Nancy B.

And that about sums it up, businesswise. Now back to thoughts of Lieutenant James Emerson Fletcher. The sun is on my face and the ankles have drifted apart yet again. Ummmmm . . .

"Daydreaming, are we, Miss?" asks John Higgins, placing a cup of steaming tea in my hands and a tray of bread and cheese next to me as I stretch and lean back against the mast, reveling in both the soaring beauty of this fine early fall day and the beauty of the taut, perfectly trimmed white sails above me as the Nancy B rips along.

"I suppose, Higgins." I sigh. "Just counting the days, weeks, and months till we go back to London." I figure we’ll cross in the spring, as soon as it’s warm enough—I don’t like the cold, and I sure don’t like ice in the rigging. Jaimy said he’d be back in a year or less, and I do want to be there to greet him.

"I, myself, will not be averse to once again enjoying the charms of that fair city," says Higgins. "I look forward to our arrival there."

"I just bet you do, Higgins," says I, glancing at him with a knowing smirk. "Enough of this colonial life, eh?"

"Boston has had its own charms, believe me, Miss. I have made some very good friends over at Harvard College. Many are the nights we have passed discussing various... philosophies," he says with a sly smile playing about his lips, "but it cannot be denied that I will be glad to see London again."

"And I."

"Skipper! Ship, dead ahead!"

I leap to my feet and look up to Daniel Prescott, who’s standing aloft in the crow’s nest, long glass pressed to his eye.

"What is she?"

"She’s just comin’ up over the horizon . . . comin’ up now . . . two masts . . . it’s a brigantine. Heading north, right for us!"

I grab my own long glass from the rack next to the helm, sling it over my shoulder, and climb up the rigging to stand next to the lad. I reflect how quickly Daniel has picked up on maritime lore. I know he much prefers being out here at sea rather than in the classroom, where I force him to be when we are back on land.

Given the fact that we are well armed, considering our small size, the only real danger we face in these journeys up and down the coast of America—aside from hidden reefs, rocky shoals, and the wicked wrath of Poseidon—is from British men-of-war coming upon us and managing to get between us and the land. When we spot them on the open sea, we always run in closer to the shore where they cannot follow due to their deeper draft. It is not danger to myself that I fear from these ships, oh no, for how could they know the ragamuffin they might spy on this schooner dressed in loose cotton shirt and buckskin is none other than the notorious criminal Jacky Faber, wanted by British Intelligence to answer charges of Piracy and Theft of Royal Property, among some other things? No, it is for my crew that I am afraid—British warships have begun boarding American merchantmen and impressing sailors into their service. In the beginning, they took only British and Irish sailors, but lately they have been seizing Americans as well. This, of course, enrages the United States government and increases the growing tension between the two countries. I fear it will end in yet another stupid war. Hasn’t England got enough to do with Bonaparte and the French, without enraging the Americans, too? I will never understand men and their politics.

"It’s funny, Skipper," says Daniel, glass still to his eye, "it looks like it’s being sailed real sloppy . . . The sails are flappin’ loose and her course ain’t straight at all."

I bring up my glass and train it on the approaching ship.

Copyright © 2008 by L. A. Meyer

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L. A. MEYER is the author of the Bloody Jack Adventures series, which has been praised for its spirited heroine and rousing sense of adventure. Mr. Meyer lives in Corea, Maine.

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My Bonny Light Horseman 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 87 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I flew right through My Bonny Light Horseman, so quickly, I was truly sad to see it end. I¿ve read all six books in the Bloody Jack series, and each one becomes my favorite as I read it, with this one being no different. From the start of the book, Jacky again finds herself in a many near-death situations, one that even forces her to become a spy for her country in a war against the French. Along with the usual main characters, Meyer introduces you to many new characters that you get acquainted with so quickly, it¿s as if you had been reading about them all along since the first Bloody Jack book. One new character that everyone should already be familiar with is the infamous French ruler, Napoleon, whom Jacky has a few important encounters with, one especially, that has a great impact with this book¿s outcome and the war of that time. Being a middle school language arts teacher, I would recommend this book to anyone that loves entertaining, historical, and even humorous books. If there is only one book that you buy a friend or loved one this year for the holidays, it has to be this one. It¿s a must read for the entire family.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Once again, Meyer's delivers a masterpiece in MY BONNY LIGHT HORSEMAN. If it's even possible, Jacky finds herself in even more action-packed trouble in the newest BLOODY JACK book of the series, which left me on the edge of my seat throughout the entire novel. I particularly loved the new characters and setting that Meyer's introduced to us in the newest adventures of Jacky Faber, where I could see exactly what was going on throughout the novel. He left me being able to picture parts of Europe that I one day want to visit myself, and I got to know so many new characters so well, and revisit some of my favorites from previous books. I would recommend this book to anyone that loves to read a good action-packed, adventurous book that also enjoys learning about history. This is a must read for the entire family. Go out and buy it today!
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I liked the adventure and the plot was fun and thrilling. How ever i thought jacky was hypocritical and unfaithfull to jamie. Jamie deserves better.
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Another great Jacky tale! I enjoyed this one more than Mississippi Jack; it just had more suspense and action to it, I think. There are some duller moments, but overall a great addition to the Jacky line. This is more like the Jacky I fell in love with in book one! I just really wish this ebook cover had the great hardback illustration cover like the other Jacky ebooks. The hardback cover is more fitting to the content, and this paperback edition just looks weird next to the others. Please match the covers, Barnes & Noble!
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