Plain Kate

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A knife-sharp debut novel that leaves its mark.

Plain Kate lives in a world of superstitions and curses, where a song can heal a wound and a shadow can work deep magic. When Kate's village falls on hard times - crops fail, and even Kate's father falls victim to a deadly fever - the townspeople look for someone to blame, and their eyes fall on Kate.

Enter Linay, a stranger with a proposition: In exchange for her shadow, he'll give Kate the ...

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A knife-sharp debut novel that leaves its mark.

Plain Kate lives in a world of superstitions and curses, where a song can heal a wound and a shadow can work deep magic. When Kate's village falls on hard times - crops fail, and even Kate's father falls victim to a deadly fever - the townspeople look for someone to blame, and their eyes fall on Kate.

Enter Linay, a stranger with a proposition: In exchange for her shadow, he'll give Kate the means to escape the town that seems set to burn her, and what's more, he'll grant her heart's wish. It's a chance for her to start over, to find a home, a family, a place to belong. But Kate soon realizes that she can't live shadowless forever -- and that Linay's designs are darker than she ever dreamed.

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YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults, 2010

"Plain Kate, [Bow's] first young adult novel, demonstrates a mature, haunting artistry... The plot unfolds with the swiftness and dramatic urgency of an adventure tale, yet each event has a measured gravity.... [An] outstanding novel." --New York Times Book Review

“Bow seamlessly integrates ironic humor and existential distance, keeping readers, like Kate, quietly convinced that where there's life, there's hope…. An effective and moving coming-of-age novel.” – BCCB, starred review

“Stunning debut fantasy” – Horn Book

“With this debut, Bow establishes herself as a novelist to watch.” – Booklist

Sherie Posesorski
…demonstrates a mature, haunting artistry. Resonantly threaded into the story are elements of fantasy, Russian fairy tales and historical fact, creating, to use Barbara Tuchman's phrase, a distant mirror, in which Kate's adolescent struggles for acceptance, companionship, love and vocation are achingly, believably familiar and real. The plot unfolds with the swiftness and dramatic urgency of an adventure tale, yet each event has a measured gravity. Ambiguity and complexity shade the characterizations and the story line. Violence and harsh emotions are leavened by moments of tenderness and generosity; darkness is offset by mischievous, buoyant humor; and the tone flows smoothly and seamlessly from jaunty lyricism to striking melancholy.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
After her father's death, the orphaned heroine of Bow's YA debut novel supports herself by carving wooden talismans in a vaguely Russian village ruled by superstition. When strange things start happening, Kate, already considered "halfway to a witch" because of her knife skills, must leave or risk being burned at the stake. She makes a bargain with Linay, a real witch, trading her shadow for things she needs to flee as well as her "heart's wish," which, poignantly, turns out to be someone to talk to: her cat, Taggle, can now speak. Kate connects with a caravan of "Roamers," and it soon becomes clear that Linay took her shadow for evil purposes. Despite the talking animal (who nearly steals the show) and graceful writing (Kate carries Taggle around her neck, "draped bonelessly, like a fur collar with glittering eyes"), this is a dark and complex tale, full of violence--knives cut a lot more than wood. The ending, which reverses nearly every bad thing that has happened along the way, is a bit much, but Kate is undeniably a sympathetic character deserving of happiness. Ages 12–up. (Sept.)
Children's Literature - Sara Rofofsky Marcus
Kate, known in her town as Plain Kate, was early orphaned, identified as a witch due to her abilities with carving and her two-colored eyes, and unbeknownst to her makes a deal with a true witch. Exiled to live with the Roamers, a type of gypsy group, Plain Kate has given her shadow to the witch, Linay, only to encounter additional adventures, both witch-like and not-belonging, to end her life as a Roamer. Kate befriends Drina, a Roamer, who is herself a witch and without a mother, but even this friendship struggles as Drina faces the Roamer's fear of witchcraft herself. A novel of friendship, adventure, witchcraft, orphans, and yearning to belong, this work will draw in the reader without finding a truly happy ending. Kate must make hard decisions, whether to kill her beloved cat or to allow her home town to be destroyed, to kill Linay or to save her beloved cat, and how to live without the shadow given to Linay. This novel can be hard to follow and get into, but for those who enjoy Harry Potter and Tamora Pierce's Lioness Quartet, this work is a good read. A talking cat as the only friend and companion is similar to Alanna's pet in Pierce's works, but the storyline itself is very different. This work might fit in a curriculum on gypsies or fitting in, but it does not have a true alignment with curriculum and is best used for sheer pleasure reading. Reviewer: Sara Rofofsky Marcus
VOYA - Diane Colson
Plain Kate is freshly orphaned, left with nothing but her father's carving tools and a miraculous talent with wood, when a witch lures her into a terrible trade. She will give up her shadow, and in exchange her deepest wish will be fulfilled. Lonely, abandoned Kate cannot even imagine what her deepest wish might be. Nevertheless, when her cat, Taggle, begins speaking aloud in human language, she understands that she has been granted a friend and traveling companion. Yet Kate's travels are plagued with accusations of witchcraft, accusations that heighten as her shadow begins to disappear. Even a fortuitous meeting with Drina, a gypsy girl who actually does know some magic, ends badly when Drina is almost burned as a witch. The sense of impending doom hangs heavy throughout the book, with scenes of horror and violence interspersed with Kate's increasingly desperate quest. Yet the lively presence of Taggle, irrepressible with his feline self-involvement and clever observations, brings elements of fun and friendship to Kate's journey. The novel will appeal to fans of Karen Cushman (Alchemy and Meggy Swann [Clarion Books, 2010]), with Kate as a strong, individualistic female protagonist, and those of Vivian Vande Velde (Stolen [Marshal Cavendish, 2008]), who also plays with the unpredictable wildness of magic. Recommend this to young fantasy fans who can tolerate a bit of darkness in their magical tales. Reviewer: Diane Colson
School Library Journal
Gr 6–9—Kate, whose father was a woodcarver, learned to use a carving knife before she could use a spoon. She is so talented that some of the townspeople think she is a witch. After Kate's father dies and a strange sleeping sickness comes to town, it is easy for a mysterious stranger to convince the villagers that Kate is to blame and drive her away. With nowhere to turn, Kate agrees to sell her shadow to the stranger in exchange for food and equipment to aid her in her travels. Kate joins a group of Roamers, but soon discovers that she can't live without her shadow. With her talking cat and a Roamer friend, Kate sets out to find the stranger and stop him before he uses her shadow for his own dark purposes. Erin Bow's intense and brooding story (Scholastic/Arthur A. Levine Books, 2010) deals with death and dark magic. It is thick with atmosphere and steeped in Romani folklore. Cassandra Campbell's reading heightens the intensity, using inflection and cadence to add emotional layers to the complex characters' dialogue and to gradually build suspense as the story comes to its fiery climax. A good choice for preteens and teens with a taste for the macabre.—Donna Cardon, Provo City Library, UT
Kirkus Reviews

Bow's debut novel takes the stuff of Disney (spunky orphaned heroine and talking animal sidekick) and uses it to tell a surprisingly dark fantasy. When Plain Kate, an orphaned woodcarver, trades her shadow to Linay, a wandering stranger, for her heart's desire, she gets more than expected: The deal draws her (and her now-talking cat) into Linay's scheme to destroy those who burned his sister as a witch and throws her in with the Roamers (gypsies), who are more tied to Linay than Plain Kate could have guessed. The vaguely medieval, quasi-Eastern European setting works well, especially with the Roamer elements, but the real strength is the characterization; even cold, often cruel Linay evokes sympathy, and Taggle is a truly remarkable feline, especially as the power of speech renders him oddly human. Don't be fooled by Plain Kate's youth: This is full of blood magic and unhappy people doing unpleasant things, but there's lots of heart and redemption, too.A haunting, chilling (but never gory or graphic) tale with a fantastic girl at its center. (Fantasy. 10 & up)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780545166652
  • Publisher: Scholastic, Inc.
  • Publication date: 8/1/2012
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 447,609
  • Age range: 12 years
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Erin Bow was born in Des Moines and raised in Omaha. She studied particle physics in college, eventually working at the CERN laboratory near Geneva, Switzerland. She then decided to leave science in order to concentrate on her love of writing. She has since written two books of poetry and a memoir. Her poetry has won the CBC Canadian Literary Award, whose previous winners include Michael Ondaatje and Carol Shields, as well as several other awards. She lives in Kitchener, Ontario. This is her first novel.
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Plain Kate

By Erin Bow

Arthur A. Levine Books/Scholastic, Inc.

Copyright © 2010 Erin Bow
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-545-16664-5

Chapter One

The skara rok

A long time ago, in a market town by a looping river, there lived an orphan girl called Plain Kate.

She was called this because her father had introduced her to the new butcher, saying: "This is my beloved Katerina Svetlana, after her mother who died birthing her and God rest her soul, but I call her just plain Kate." And the butcher, swinging a cleaver, answered: "That's right enough, Plain Kate she is, plain as a stick." A man who treasured humor, especially his own, the butcher repeated this to everyone. After that, she was called Plain Kate. But her father called her Kate, My Star.

Plain Kate's father Piotr was a wood-carver. He gave Kate a carving knife before most children might be given a spoon. She could whittle before she could walk. When she was still a child, she could carve a rose that strangers would stop to smell, a dragonfly that trout would rise to strike.

In Kate's little town of Samilae, people thought that there was magic in a knife. A person who could wield a knife well was, in their eyes, halfway to a witch. So Plain Kate was very small the first time someone spat at her and crooked their fingers.

Her father sat her down and spoke to her with great seriousness. "You are not a witch, Katerina. There is magic in the world, and some of it is wholesome, and some of it is not, but it is a thing that is in the blood, and it is not in yours.

"The foolish will always treat you badly, because they think you are not beautiful," he said, and she knew this was true. Plain Kate: She was plain as a stick, and thin as a stick, and flat as a stick. She had one eye the color of river mud and one eye the color of the river. Her nose was too long and her brows were too strong. Her father kissed her twice, once above each eyebrow. "We cannot help what fools think. But understand, it is your skill with a blade that draws this talk. If you want to give up your carving, you have my blessing."

"I will never give it up," she answered.

And he laughed and called her his Brave Star, and taught her to carve even better.

They were busy. Everyone in that country, no matter how poor, wore a talisman called an objarka. Those who could, hung larger objarkas on horse stalls and doorposts and above their marriage beds. No lintel was uncarved in that place; walls bore saints in niches; and roads were marked with little shrines on posts, which housed sometimes saints, and sometimes older, stranger things. Plain Kate's father was even given the honor of replacing Samilae's weizi, the great column at the center of the market that showed the town's angels and coats of arms, and at the top, supported the carved wooden roof that sheltered the carved wooden gods. The new weizi was such a good work that the guild masters sent a man from Lov to see it. The man made Kate's father a full master on the spot.

"My daughter did some of the angels," he told the man, gathering Kate up and pulling her forward.

The man looked up at the faces that were so beautiful they seemed sad, the wings that looked both soft and strong, like the wings of swans that could kill a man with one blow. "Apprentice her," he said.

"If she likes," Piotr answered. "And when she is of age."

When the guild man went away, Plain Kate chided her father. "You know I will be your apprentice!"

"You are the star of my heart," he said. "But it is two years yet before you are of prenticing age. Anything might happen."

She laughed at him. "What will happen is that I will be a full master by the time I am twenty."

But what happened was that her father died.

* * *

It happened like this: The spring swung round into summer, full of heat and flies. The wheat crop withered. The first frosts came and found food already short. And then a sickness called witch's fever ate through the town.

At first Plain Kate and her father were too busy to worry. People wanted new objarka—some wore so many of the carved charms that they clacked softly when they moved. They carved all day, and into the night by the bad light of tallow lamps. They carved faster than they could cure the wood. And then they grew even busier, because there were grave markers to make.

Witch's fever was an ugly thing. The sick tossed in their beds, burning up, sobbing about the devils that were pulling their joints apart. They raved of horrors and pointed into shadows, crying, "Witch, witch." And then they died, all but a few. It seemed to Plain Kate that even those who were not sick were looking into shadows. The cressets in the market square—the iron nests of fire where people gathered to trade news and roast fish—became a place of hisses and silences. More fingers crooked at her than ever before.

But in the end it was not her the town pointed to. One day, when Plain Kate and her father were in the market square selling new objarka from their sturdy stall, a woman was dragged in screaming. Kate looked up from her whittling, and saw—suddenly—that there was wood for a bonfire piled around the weizi.

The screaming woman was named Vera, and Plain Kate knew her: a charcoal burner, a poor woman with no family, with a lisp from a twisted lip. The crowd dragged Vera to the woodpile, and Piotr picked Plain Kate up and swept her away, though she was too big for it. From their shop they could still hear the screaming. The next day the square was muted and scattered with ash.

And still the sickness ate through the crooked lanes and wooden archways. Plain Kate and her father stopped selling in the square. Their money grew short. The plague burned on and the town shut its gates. Carters stopped bringing food from the countryside; the barges stopped coming down the looping Narwe. Kate had her first taste of hunger.

But slowly the dewy frost gave way to brilliant, hard mornings, and the fever, as fevers do, began to loosen its grip for the winter. Plain Kate went down to the market to see what food could be had, and found little knots of people around stalls heaped with the last of the fresh harvest: winter-fat leeks and frost-tattered cabbages. The frowning shops that fronted the square seemed to sigh and spread their shoulders.

Plain Kate came home with her basket piled with apples, and found her father slumped at his workbench. He'd left the lathe whirling; a long hiss, winding down in the clotting silence of the shop. She could hear the shudder in his breath.

Somehow she got him up on her shoulder. It made her feel tiny, smaller than she had in years; he was so heavy and she could hardly hold him up. She took him to his bed.

Not everyone who got witch's fever died. She kept telling herself that. She tried to give him water, she tried to make him eat. She was not sure if he should be kept warm or cold. She tucked his red quilt over him and put a cold cloth on his forehead. Like the others, he sobbed and he saw things. She talked to him day and night until she grew so hoarse that her mouth tasted of blood. "You are here, you are here, I am with you, stay where you belong." She stayed awake, day and night, saying it.

After two days and three nights, somewhere in the gray hour before dawn, she fell asleep. She woke still sitting on the chair by the bedside, her forehead resting on her father's hand.

"Katerina," he rasped.

"You're here," she stuttered, lifting her head. "I am here, Father, right here."

"Not you," he said, breaking her heart. "Your mother." There was a screen in the shape of climbing roses between their room and the front of the shop. Light was piercing through it, the long slanting yellow of dawn. Her father was staring into it, his eyes runny and blind. "Look."

Plain Kate turned for a moment to look, then turned back, afraid of what she might see if she let herself. "Father," she said. "Papa."

"Katerina," he said again. "She is in the light. She's here. Katerina, you're here!"

"Don't go," said Plain Kate, and clutched his hand to her cheek. "Papa!"

He looked at her. "Katerina, Star of My Heart." He breathed in. He breathed out. And he stopped breathing.

"I'm right here," she said. "Papa, I'm right here." She kept saying it for a long time.

* * *

The year of the hot summer, sickness, and starvation came to be called the skara rok, the bad time. It had emptied their purse. Plain Kate took what money they had left and bought Piotr Carver a decent burial. Then she went back to the shop and spent a month carving a grave marker for him. She would make one and cast it into the fire, make another and still not find peace.

"People think we are witches because we show them the truth." She could see her father's face, feel his hands on hers. A carving had just snapped apart when her knife found some hidden flaw in the wood. "You will learn to know where the knots are and how the grain flows, even deep inside the wood where no one can see it. You will show people that truth: the truth in the wood. But sometimes, in your carving, people will see another truth. A truth about you. About themselves." His hands were warm on hers, sturdy as his smile. "And that is magic," he said. "You will know it when you feel it."

She wanted the grave marker to show the truth: that Piotr Carver had been a wonderful carver, and she had loved him. But the only thing it said was that her father was dead.

But at last she could not leave the grave unmarked anymore. So she finished the marker, and placed it.

And when that was done she had nothing more to do. She stood by his lathe like a girl under a spell. Her hands hung empty at her sides.

And then the wood guild sent another carver to take the shop.

His name was Chuny and he wasn't half the carver she was, but he had a warrant from the guild. Plain Kate had nowhere to go. She'd been born in that shop. She'd been a baby watching the light shift through the rose screen. She'd been a chubby-fisted toddler putting wood shavings in the pottage. But now the guild warrant gave Chuny claim over the shop and its fittings, its tools, even the wood Kate and her father had cured but not carved.

Master Chuny stood watching her pack. There was very little she was allowed to take. A bit of food: apples and oats, a jar of oil. Her own three dresses. Her father's smocks and leggings. His leather carpenter's apron. There were two bowls, with porridge dried like parched earth at the bottom of the one that had been her father's. Two spoons. The red marriage quilt from the big carved bed, which smelled like her father and like sickness. Her own small hand tools: knives and chisels and awls and gouges.

"The carving things stay with the shop," said Chuny, still watching.

Plain Kate was slotting the tools into the pockets of her own leather apron. "He gave them to me," she whispered. She did not look up; the hair around her face hid her strange eyes and the tears in them from the man watching her. She raised her voice: "These are mine. My father gave them to me."

"An apprentice's tools—" Chuny began. The rule was that an apprentice's tools belonged to his master, and through the master to the guild.

"I was not his apprentice." She looked up and she was not crying anymore. "I am going. Do you want to search my bags?"

"I—" Chuny began, then shook his head. His fingers were twined in the rose screen; it hurt her to see his hands there. Kate and her father had had an old joke where they would smell the carved roses, but even outside of the joke Piotr would never have closed his hands round a blossom, as Chuny was doing now.

She tore her eyes away. "I am going to the market," she said. "I am going to live in our stall."

"Live in it?" he echoed, shocked.

"The bottom drawer will be big enough."

The stall too belonged to the guild. Plain Kate raised her witch's eyes, daring Chuny to make that claim. He looked back, then looked at his shoes, and didn't. Kate picked up her bags.

"They, uh," he said, "tell me you can carve a little. I would—when you are of age, that is, if I still need an apprentice—"

She was insulted by the awkward half kindness. "You have nothing to teach me," she said. "And I don't have the fee."

"Go, then," he said, angry.

So she did, with her head held high.

* * *

In the market, she put down her bags and looked at the square with new eyes. The tall and narrow shops seemed leering to her, the streets crooked. Underfoot, cobble-backs rose like islands from the packed and dirty snow. Above it all the weizi towered, sending a long sunset shadow across the gray roofs of Samilae and toward the black wall of the hills beyond.

Her father's stall was sitting in that shadow: a big box cabinet with many drawers, large and deep on the bottom and little on top. The front was carved to show a deer hunt: a stag leaping into a patch of wood, hounds and riders at its heels. Plain Kate had always thought before that it looked as if the stag was going to get away. Tonight it looked different; one of the riders had nocked an arrow, his aim true. The poor beast was dead and just didn't know it.

The cold grew bitter as the sun fell; her breath swirled around her. She pulled open the big bottom drawer. She put the quilt in it, and pushed it as much closed as she could and still get in. Then she rolled in through the gap and lay down.

The wood was hard despite the quilt; the air was stale. She couldn't see, but the drawer walls pressed her shoulders, the sense of the wood above pressed her from inches away. A coffin, she thought, and pushed the thought away. It came back. This is my coffin.

With no standing in the wood guild, she could carve but she couldn't sell, not without telling all who asked that there was a guild shop not a hundred steps away. An apprentice's fee was the price of a matched team of horses, a fortune she couldn't imagine earning. A dowry was beside the point for a skinny girl with witch's eyes. She was going to starve. It was just a matter of time.

But she wasn't hungry yet. She lay still and listened. The drawer grew brighter as her eyes grew used to darkness, then darker as the world darkened. Finally she couldn't see anything. As the night grew still each sound got sharper, and each sounded like it was coming for her. Boots. The bark of a dog. Like a knife through the darkness, the bell of a watchman, calling the hour.

The night grew quieter and quieter. Her eyes ached from seeing nothing. Her ears strained after little sounds. She heard the river singing to itself. She heard the wind snuffling at the gap where she'd entered the drawer. And finally, littler than any of those things, she heard something crying.

The small cry came from somewhere close. Plain Kate's first thought was that it was a ghost, that its next whisper would be "Katerina, Star of My Heart." But she was not the sort for ghosts, so she lay listening, afraid but brave. She moved her head from side to side to track the sound, and decided that the crying was coming from one of the drawers above.

So she climbed out of the drawer and looked.

In the smallest drawer of her father's stall, among the lace-fine carvings packed in straw, she found them: kittens. They were mouse-little, with their eyes still sealed closed and their ears tucked flat. There was no cat. It was almost dawn and frost furred everything. The market square was as still as the inside of a bell after the ringing has stopped. The straw nest was getting cold.

Plain Kate stood for a while and watched the kittens stagger about. Then she scooped them up and squeezed herself back into the drawer.

And that was the beginning of her new life.

There were three kittens: a white cat, a black cat, and a gangly gray tom. Their mother never came back. The next morning Plain Kate traded the cowherd girl the mending of a milk stool for a squirt of milk, and the promise of more each morning. She watered the milk and let the kittens suck on the twisted end of a rag. She kept them in the felt-lined pockets of her leather apron, under her coat during the day, and beside her at night in the warm, closed darkness of the drawer. Day by day, their dark eyes opened and their ears untucked and their voices grew louder.

She was patient with them, and took care of them every moment, and against all odds all three lived. The black cat grew wild and fearless and went to live on one of the pole barges that plied the shallow, twisting Narwe River. The white cat grew crafty and fat, and went to live on mice and milk with the cowherd girl. The gray tom grew long and narrow, and stayed with Plain Kate.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2014


    I read this book, expecting just another book that I read for the sake of reading. But, as I began to get farther throught the book, I realized I could not put it down. I read it in one day. After that I read it five more times. Anyone who loves a book filled with magic and a few splashes of humor inbetween will love this book
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  • Posted December 18, 2012

    Even as a college student, I found myself falling in love with t

    Even as a college student, I found myself falling in love with this YA novel. The plot, prose, and characters were simple, yet Erin Bow managed to turn such simplicity into poetry. It was an extremely quick read for me that was helped by the fast-moving story line and the lyrical prose. Bow blends Old World folktales with her own fantasy universe, creating a world that is both familiar and mysterious and made for a fitting setting for a book whose plot line made me tear through the novel in anticipation of how it was going to end.

    Plain Kate is anything but. A fantastic read for the young, old, and inbetween.  

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    Posted November 3, 2012


    GOOD BOOK ALERT Taggle is my favoritte this book is very sad and very good.

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    I love thus book

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    A long time ago, in a market town by a looping river, there lived an orphan girl called Plain Kate.

    Plain Kate, Kate the Carver. No one's friend and no one's daughter. Little Kate might meet her fate whittling sticks till it's too late.

    Kate's shadow is long and her talents with a knife are great. Taught by her father, Plain Kate can draw the truth out of any piece of wood with skill and her knife, not with magic.

    But in a town looking for someone to blame for the bad times, a little skill can start to look a lot like magic. And in a town where witches are feared and burned, working magic with a knife--even if that magic isn't really magic--can be a very dangerous thing.

    As things go from bad to worse in her small market town, Kate knows she has to leave. But you need money and food to go anywhere. So Kate makes a deal with the mysterious stranger passing through town.

    In exchange for her shadow he can give her what she needs, and grant her heart's wish. All Kate really wants is to get away, so she agrees. But as Kate sets out with her provisions and her cat, Taggle, she soon realizes she can't live without her shadow for long. But Kate isn't a witch and her only magic is a talent for carving. Will that be enough to help Kate change the course of things and get her shadow back in Plain Kate (2010) by Erin Bow?

    Plain Kate is Erin Bow's first novel.

    Bow blends element of traditional folk tales with her own lore to create a unique world for this dark fantasy. Kate is a carver through and through, a fact that the writing returns to again and again as Kate works on her carvings and views her surroundings through a carver's eyes.

    The writing here is lyrical and evocative, making up for a story that became somewhat scattered in the second half of the book. Plain Kate will easily appeal to anyone looking for a traditional fantasy but be warned: this is a story that is very grim even in the midst of its flights of fancy.

    I loved the 'book trailer' for Plain Kate but I hesitate to mention it because I think it's misleading in terms of how very, very dark this book really is. Now might also be a good time to mention that I really enjoyed the cover art for this title by Juliana Kolesova even though it (again) suggested a much more whimsical story than this really was.

    This dichotomy between the cover/trailer and the actual story also makes it hard to determine my own feelings about the book. I can see the merits of the writing and the premise. The world Bow created is wonderfully developed. All the same, I found the contrast between the story I was expecting and the story I got to be so jarring that I cannot love it as wholeheartedly as I thought I would.

    I see great things in this book's future, but part of me still wishes it had been the lighter-toned, more whimsical book I had initially expected.

    Possible Pairings: White Cat by Holly Black, Fire by Kristin Cashore, The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman, Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones, Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier, The Thief by Megan Whalen Turner, A Well-Timed Enchantment by Vivian Vande Velde

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2011

    Was an thrilling adventure

    I loved every minute og this book, it was awsome!

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  • Posted October 9, 2011

    Great book

    I love this book. It was sad, but very good. For some reason, Linay was my absolute, FAVORITE character. Go Linay!!!

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  • Posted June 27, 2011

    Wonderful, but sad

    Even though its only 181 pages, this book is definately worth reading. BE WARNED: super depressing! Very interesting and creative, but soooooooooooo sad. I cried. Nevertheless, I read it in one sitting because it is such a great read! ** read with box of tissues at side **

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  • Posted June 23, 2011

    A good short book

    I enjoyed this as a short book. It has some dark qualities to it, but also a somewhat funny side. Reaf and enjoy!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2011


    I loved this book! I will agree though it is not what the cover portrays, but I easily looked passed this, as the first few pages had me hooked!

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  • Posted February 28, 2011

    Don't judge it by its cover. This is a mystery.

    The cover design is very misleading. This is not a happy-go-lucky girl and cat story. It is a story with a lot of misery, mistreatment, mistrust, hatred, evil, mystery and ghost in it. The characters are well developed and the story flows along nicely. The main character does her best to avoid trouble as it follows her through the country side as a poisonous plague. Is she the cause or a another victim? I won't give up the ending, but there are enough twist and turns to keep you reading.

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  • Posted October 21, 2010

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    There is nothing Plain here, just amazing!

    Plain Kate is an amazing book of fantasy. The author weaves you into a renaissance feeling era of story about a woodcarver's daughter who looses not only her father, her shadow, her friend and her place in life.
    The story tells the tale of a girl finding what she has lost and in part loosing herself to what she does not understand. As the story unfolds you find the consequences of one night where she looses her shadow and the terrors that unfold from it. While this is a tale of loss, it is a tale of becoming. Becoming more of what you were, finding your strength and overcoming.
    I must say I got teary, but in all this is a wonderful tale. This book reminds me of a great stand alone book that at the end leave you teary but happy.
    Pick one up and experience it for yourself.

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  • Posted September 7, 2010


    PLAIN KATE is great YA literature-yes literature! I'm 50 years beyond YA, but I care deeply about children's literature.

    I loved PLAIN KATE. Five stars.

    And it's not just me. I hear that Kate is being snapped up by international publishers.

    And there is Arthur A. Levine, editor extraodinare, who obviously loves Plain Kate, and also multi-award winning author Meg Rosoff.

    Here's what Levine had to say about Erin Bow and Plain Kate at Book Expo America in NY May 2010.

    "Arthur Levine of Scholastic set the bar fairly high when he began his remarks about Plain Kate by Erin Bow by saying that because he had a hand in bringing Brian Jacques, (Redwall series) Philip Pullman (Golden Compass) and J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter) to U.S. audiences, "I've been sent a lot of fantasy, some of it quite good. But it's very rare for a book to stand out for me the way Plain Kate did."

    The story of a girl who loses her father and is imperiled by suspicions that she is a witch, Levine said Bow's prose has the "lyrical strength and classic proportions" of master writers. "She is a truly original talent," Levine said, evidenced by a "breathless e-mail" he got from an associate at the most recent London Book Fair who said Printz Award winner Meg Rosoff had read Plain Kate and couldn't stop raving about it. Rosoff's blurb - "anything but plain, full of poetry, magic, sorrow and joy" - will be on the cover". BEA 2010

    1.Meg Rosoff's Prizes and Awards
    .2004 How I Live Now - Guardian Children's Fiction Prize, winner
    .2005 How I Live Now - Michael L. Printz Award, (US) winner
    .2005 How I Live Now - Branford Boase Award, (first novel), winner
    .2005 How I Live Now - LA Times Book Prize, shortlisted
    .2005 How I Live Now - Whitbread Prize, shortlisted
    .2005 How I Live Now - Der Luchs des Jahres, winner
    .2006 How I Live now - Deutscher Jugendliteraturpreis, shortlisted
    .2007 Just In Case - Carnegie Medal in Literature, winner
    .2007 Just in Case - LA Times Book Prize, shortlisted
    .2007 Just in Case - Booktrust Teenage Prize, shortlisted
    .2007 Just In Case - Costa Book Awards, shortlisted
    .2008 Just In Case - Deutscher Jugendliteraturpreis, winner
    .2008 What I Was - Carnegie Medal in Literature, shorlisted
    .2008 What I Was - Costa Book Awards, shortlisted
    .2009 What I Was - New Angle Prize, shortlisted
    .2009 What I Was - Der Luchs des Jahres, winner

    Lots of us not so distinguished critics have also read and loved Plain Kate.

    Who else but a poet would write:

    "It was just an uneasy little change, like the half-felt movement of a boat that slowly induces a great sickness."

    Plain Kate has an exciting plot, indelible characters and elegant prose. This book is worth reading for the pure pleasure of the language. Really, it has much in common with Ms. Bow's award winning book of poetry, "Ghost Maps" which tells the life story of a WWII vet with simple beauty, extraordinary grace and feeling.

    My 13 year old nephew loved it and has already given it as a gift to a 13 year old girl. A 67 year old male friend found the ending hard to read because he didn't want it to end, and because it very scary and sad-all the while a very gratifying book.

    YA blogs and reviewers are raving about Plain Kate! And for good reason!

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  • Posted July 24, 2010

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    Travel with Kate!

    Kate is anything but plain, despite the name the village folk call her. She has eyes of two different colors and can carve any piece of wood into a good luck charm. But Kate lives in a world where special skills and odd looks are thought of as witchery, and a deal with a shady character causes Kate to be cast out of her village in fear of her life. At least she is not alone for long. Her faithful cat Taggle is constantly by her side, and she befriends a fellow traveler named Drina. Still, Kate must keep her wits about her if she ever plans on returning to her home.

    I have some rather mixed feelings about this book. I wasn't too excited to read it, but still wanted to give it a try. Then I started and it was totally rocking my world. Then the action slowed and I began to lose interest. Luckily, there was an explosive ending that had me tearing through the last pages. But when all is said and done, still just an average YA book for me. Kate was unspectacular, save for her unique carving talents. Taggle, on the other hand, was awesome. He was a dream-come-true companion to Kate, and it was nice to see a heroine with a pet friend, instead of a boy friend. I was also into Erin Bow's story telling style, like that of an old fashioned tale. I would be interested in reading more by this author, I think, to give her another try. Will have to see what's next!

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