Wildwood (The Wildwood Chronicles Series #I)

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Prue McKeel’s life is ordinary. At least until her baby brother is abducted by a murder of crows. And then things get really weird.

You see, on every map of Portland, Oregon, there is a big splotch of green on the edge of the city labeled “I.W.” This stands for “Impassable Wilderness.” No one’s ever gone in—or at least returned to tell of it.

And this is where the crows take her brother.

So begins an adventure...

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Prue McKeel’s life is ordinary. At least until her baby brother is abducted by a murder of crows. And then things get really weird.

You see, on every map of Portland, Oregon, there is a big splotch of green on the edge of the city labeled “I.W.” This stands for “Impassable Wilderness.” No one’s ever gone in—or at least returned to tell of it.

And this is where the crows take her brother.

So begins an adventure that will take Prue and her friend Curtis deep into the Impassable Wilderness. There they uncover a secret world in the midst of violent upheaval, a world full of warring creatures, peaceable mystics, and powerful figures with the darkest intentions. And what begins as a rescue mission becomes something much bigger as the two friends find themselves entwined in a struggle for the very freedom of this wilderness.

A wilderness the locals call Wildwood.

Wildwood is a spellbinding tale full of wonder, danger, and magic that juxtaposes the thrill of a secret world and modern city life. Original and fresh yet steeped in classic fantasy, this is a novel that could have only come from the imagination of Colin Meloy, celebrated for his inventive and fantastic storytelling as the lead singer of the Decemberists. With dozens of intricate and beautiful illustrations by award-winning artist Carson Ellis, Wildwood is truly a new classic for the twenty-first century.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Meloy, the lead singer of the band the Decemberists, delves into middle-grade fiction with a story that pairs classic adventure novel tropes with cool, disaffected prose. The book opens as 12-year-old Prue McKeel loses her baby brother to a murder of crows, and sets off to rescue him from the Impassable Wilderness, a strange country alongside Portland, Ore., (where the actual Forest Park lies). Her classmate Curtis tags along, and the two are soon separated. Prue takes refuge with the postmaster in his delivery van, while Curtis is captured, then suddenly made an officer in an army of talking coyotes led by the beautiful and intimidating Dowager Governess. It becomes apparent that Prue and Curtis have landed on opposite sides in a war—and neither side may be right. Without a good side to cheer for (disappointments and betrayals abound), the story lacks a strong emotional center, and its preoccupations with bureaucracy, protocol, and gray-shaded moral dilemmas, coupled with the book's length, make this slow going. Ellis's spot art, not all seen by PW, is characteristically crisp and formal, further lending the story a detached quality. Ages 8–12. (Sept.)
VOYA - Paula J. Gallagher
Forest Park in Portland, Oregon, serves as the inspiration for this fantasy collaboration between writer/musician Colin Meloy and his illustrator wife, Carson Ellis. Twelve-year-old Prue, a budding ornithologist, is tasked with caring for her infant brother, Mac. She takes him to the playground, where much to her horror, a murder of crows descends and carries him off into the Impassable Wilderness. Afraid to reveal the truth to her parents, Prue returns home to stock up on essentials before bicycling off to search for Mac. Along the way, she encounters nerdy outcast classmate Curtis, who insists on accompanying her. Prue and Curtis find themselves in the country of Wildwood, where anthropomorphic animals co-exist with magic-touched humans. The pair becomes separated when coyote soldiers abduct Curtis. Prue, clearly an Outsider, must solicit help from various denizens of the forest world, including a human postmaster, a crown prince owl, equality-minded bandits, and mystics who communicate with plants. As the story continues, Prue and Curtis come to realize that they have the power to affect the very survival of Wildwood. Fantasy lovers of all ages will be enthralled by fast-moving plot lines, evocative descriptions, and smart, snappy dialogue. Readers will find elements of themselves in Prue and Curtis, adolescents for whom the quest to find and rescue Mac is also a journey of self-discovery. The superbly imagined Dowager Governess claims a place at the table for classic, manipulative villains alongside C. S. Lewis's White Witch in the Chronicles of Narnia stories and Phillip Pullman's Mrs. Coulter in the His Dark Materials series. Meloy smartly weaves realism and the otherworldly, building suspense and adding elements of surprise as the novel comes to a satisfying conclusion. Ellis's trademark detailed ink—and-gouache illustrations draw the reader deeper into this fully realized world. While Wildwood is the rare fantasy novel that acts as a stand-alone story, readers will be clamoring for the next installment in this proposed series. Reviewer: Paula J. Gallagher
School Library Journal
Gr 3–7—When 12-year-old Prue is entrusted with her baby brother for the day, the last thing she expects is that he will be abducted by a murder of crows and taken into the Impassible Wilderness across the river from her home in Portland, OR. Prue does the only thing that she can, which is to head across the railroad bridge to bring Mac back. She is followed by a schoolmate whom she reluctantly takes on as a partner. They soon discover that they are the only humans from the "Outside." Curtis is abducted by coyote soldiers, and Prue soon finds herself between warring factions—the Dowager Governess, who is marshaling her coyote troops in North Wood to take back her throne in Southwood, and the rest of Wildwood. Meloy deftly moves back and forth between Prue's attempts to get help and Curtis's adventures with the Governess, who is not what she initially seems, and uses the parallel stories to create a constant forward motion that will keep readers glued to the page. From its attention-grabbing opening to the final revelations of Prue's true relationship to Wildwood, this book provides an emotional experience. Meloy has an immediately recognizable verbal style and creates a fully realized fantasy world in what is essentially a Portland child's backyard. It is peopled with both animal and human characters with whom readers will identify and grow to love. Ellis's illustrations perfectly capture the original world and contribute to the feel of an instant timeless classic. Further adventures in Wildwood cannot come quickly enough.—Tim Wadham, St. Louis County Library, MO
Kirkus Reviews

Fans of Meloy's indie-rock band, The Decemberists, will recognize themes running through his engaging debut celebrating the struggle of ordinary folk (including plants and animals) to throw off tyranny and shape their destinies.

When her baby brother is carried off by crows to the Impassable Wilderness at the heart of Portland, Ore., stubbornly courageous Prue McKeel, 12, sets out to reclaim him, accompanied by annoying schoolfellow and class pariah Curtis Mehlberg. Their quest soon becomes entangled with longstanding conflicts among residents of this magical wilderness, which harbors secrets both strange (talking animals, sentient plants) and familiar (xenophobic mistrust, government red tape). Overcoming a slow start, the story gains momentum when Prue and Curtis enter the woods, encountering its vividly portrayed denizens, human and otherwise. Captured by the mysterious Dowager Governess, Curtis must choose sides in a confusing conflict; either way, he'll need courage and ingenuity to survive. Prue's search leads through South Wood's impenetrable bureaucracy to North Wood, where mystics commune with nature. Gritty urban settings abound in contemporary fantasy (Holly Black, Neil Gaiman and China Miéville are exemplars). Faithfully recreating Portland's wild Forest Park, Meloy gives his world a uniquely Pacific Northwest spin. Illustrations by Ellis, Meloy's wife, bring forest and inhabitants to gently whimsical life.

A satisfying blend of fantasy, adventure story, eco-fable and political satire with broad appeal; especially recommended for preteen boys. (Fantasy. 10 & up)

Claire Dederer
Folding elements of real-life Portland into the story, Meloy lovingly describes the jungles to the north and the cobbled streets and elegant tree houses of the more civilized south. The result is a richly satisfying weave of reality and fantasy…[Meloy] has shaped the real stuff of Portland into a fantastic epic with a rainy, bicycle-riding Northwestern heart.
—The New York Times Book Review
Trenton Lee Stewart
WILDWOOD is an irresistible, atmospheric adventure - richly imagined and richly rewarding.
Lemony Snicket
This book is like the wild, strange forest it describes. It is full of suspense and danger and frightening things the world has never seen, and once I stepped inside I never wanted to leave.
Jonathan Safran Foer
WILDWOOD is a beautiful object and a beautiful read. One half fairy tale, one half coming of age story, one half unrepentantly gorgeous work of art, this book is overflowing with gifts.
Michael Chabon
Dark and whimsical, with a true and uncanny sense of otherworldliness, WILDWOOD is the heir to a great tradition of stories of wild childhood adventure. It snatched me up and carried me off into a world I didn’t want to leave.
The Barnes & Noble Review

As lead singer and songwriter for the Decemberists, Colin Meloy is known for richly embellished lyrics brimming with shipwrecks, folktales, Chinese trapeze artists, shanties, vengeful mariners, and their ilk. He's also written a novella for the excellent 33 1/3 series, about being a twelve-year-old Montana boy obsessed with music, specifically the Replacements' Let It Be. (His sister is fiction writer Maile Meloy.)

Prue McKeel, the heroine of Meloy's first young adult novel, is exactly the sort of creation one would expect from a man with his obsessions: A twelve-year-old girl who rides around Meloy's hometown of Portland on a single-speed bike with her baby brother, Mac, in a Radio Flyer wagon, collecting vinyl, wearing Levi's, and eating veggie tostadas. Until her brother, alas, is abducted by a murder of crows. Prue enlists her friend, Curtis, a fellow outsider (long after their classmates have transitioned to doodling band logos, Curtis draws superheroes; Prue, flowers and birds).

Armed with a peacoat, a messenger bag, and a bag of gorp, Prue enters the woods surrounding Portland, a.k.a. the Impassable Wilderness, or I.W. to those in the know — populated by characters that would be comfortable in any Decembrist song: a Bandit King, a copper-haired exiled Dowager Governess, coyote soldiers, turncoats, and a rat named Septimus. The two children form alliances, parse geopolitics (are they "defending" a border or engaged in a "savage, greed-driven landgrab"?) and go to battle with warrior moves cribbed from Kurosawa films. The novel is generously heaped with illustrations by Meloy's wife, Carson Ellis (Decemberists cover art; the Lemony Snicket novels), including six old-fashioned, full-color plates. As the first in a three-part series, it's a rollicking, sophisticated adventure story.

Amy Benfer has worked as an editor and staff writer at Salon, Legal Affairs, and Paper magazine. Her reviews and features on books have appeared in Salon, The San Francisco Chronicle Book Review, The Believer, Kirkus Reviews, and The New York Times Book Review.

Reviewer: Amy Benfer

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780062024688
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 8/30/2011
  • Series: Wildwood Chronicles Series, #1
  • Pages: 560
  • Sales rank: 155,868
  • Age range: 9 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 900L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.90 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 2.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Colin Meloy once wrote Ray Bradbury a letter, informing him that he “considered himself an author too.” He was ten. Since then, Colin has gone on to be the singer and songwriter for the band the Decemberists, where he channels all of his weird ideas into weird songs. This is his first time channeling those ideas into a novel.

As a kid, Carson Ellis loved exploring the woods, drawing, and nursing wounded animals back to health. As an adult, little has changed—except she is now the acclaimed illustrator of several books for children, including Lemony Snicket’s The Composer is Dead, Dillweed’s Revenge by Florence Parry Heide, and The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart.

Colin and Carson live with their son, Hank, in Portland, Oregon, quite near the Impassable Wilderness.

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The Wildwood Chronicles, Book I
By Colin Meloy

Balzer & Bray

Copyright © 2011 Colin Meloy
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780062024688

Chapter One

A Murder of Crows
How five crows managed to lift a twenty-pound baby boy
into the air was beyond Prue, but that was certainly the least
of her worries. In fact, if she were to list her worries right
then and there as she sat spellbound on the park bench and watched
her little brother, Mac, carried aloft in the talons of these five black
crows, puzzling out just how this feat was being done would likely
come in dead last. First on the list: Her baby brother, her responsibility,
was being abducted by birds. A close second: What did they
plan on doing with him?
And it had been such a nice day.
True, it had been a little gray when Prue woke up that morning,
but what September day in Portland wasn't? She had drawn up the
blinds in her bedroom and had paused for a moment, taking in the
sight of the tree branches outside her window, framed as they were by
a sky of dusty white-gray. It was Saturday, and the smell of coffee and
breakfast was drifting up from downstairs. Her parents would be in
their normal Saturday positions: Dad with his nose in the paper,
occasionally hefting a lukewarm mug of coffee to his lips; Mom peering
through tortoiseshell bifocals at the woolly mass of a knitting project
of unknown determination. Her brother, all of one year old, would
be sitting in his high chair, exploring the farthest frontiers of
unintelligible babble: Doose! Doose! Sure enough, her vision was proven
correct when she came downstairs to the nook off the kitchen. Her
father mumbled a greeting, her mother's eyes smiled from above her
glasses, and her brother shrieked, "Pooo!" Prue made herself a bowl
of granola. "I've got bacon on, darling," said her mother, returning
her attention to the amoeba of yarn in her hands (was it a sweater? A
tea cozy? A noose?).
"Mother," Prue had said, now pouring rice milk over her cereal,
"I told you. I'm a vegetarian. Ergo: no bacon." She had read that
word, ergo, in a novel she'd been reading. That was the first time she
had used it. She wasn't sure if she'd used it right, but it felt good. She
sat down at the kitchen table and winked at Mac. Her father briefly
peered over the top of his paper to give her a smile.
"What's on the docket today?" said her father. "Remember, you're
watching Mac."
"Mmmm, I dunno," Prue responded. "Figured we'd hang around
somewhere. Rough up some old ladies. Maybe stick up a hardware
store. Pawn the loot. Beats going to a crafts fair."
Her father snorted.
"Don't forget to drop off the library books. They're in the basket
by the front door," said her mother, her knitting needles clacking.
"We should be back for dinner, but you know how long these things
can run."
"Gotcha," said Prue.
Mac shouted, "Pooooo!" wildly brandished a spoon, and sneezed.
"And we think your brother might have a cold," said her father.
"So make sure he's bundled up, whatever you do."
(The crows lifted her brother higher into the overcast sky, and
suddenly Prue enumerated another worry: But he might have a cold!)
That had been their morning. Truly, an unremarkable one. Prue
finished her granola, skimmed the comics, helped her dad ink in a
few gimmes in his crossword puzzle, and was off to hook up the red
Radio Flyer wagon to the back of her single-speed bicycle. An even
coat of gray remained in the sky, but it didn't seem to threaten rain,
so Prue stuffed Mac into a lined corduroy jumper, wrapped him in
a stratum of quilted chintz, and placed him, still babbling, into the
wagon. She loosed one arm from this cocoon of clothing and handed
him his favorite toy: a wooden snake. He shook it appreciatively.
Prue slipped her black flats into the toe clips and pedaled the bike
into motion. The wagon bounced noisily behind her, Mac shrieking
happily with every jolt. They tore through the neighborhood of tidy
clapboard houses, Prue nearly upsetting Mac's wagon with every
hurdled curb and missed rain puddle. The bike tires gave a satisfied
shhhhhh as they carved the wet pavement.
The morning flew by, giving way to a warm afternoon. After
several random errands (a pair of Levis, not quite the right color,
needed returning; the recent arrivals bin at Vinyl Resting Place
required perusing; a plate of veggie tostadas was messily shared at
the taqueria), she found herself whiling time outside the coffee shop
on the main street while Mac quietly napped in the red wagon. She
sipped steamed milk and watched through the window as the cafe
employees awkwardly installed a secondhand elk head trophy on the
wall. Traffic hummed on Lombard Street, the first intrusions of the
neighborhood's polite rush hour. A few passersby cooed at the sleeping
baby in the wagon and Prue flashed them sarcastic smiles, a little
annoyed to be someone's picture of sibling camaraderie. She doodled
mindlessly in her sketchbook: the leaf-clogged gutter drain in front
of the cafe, a hazy sketch of Mac's quiet face with extra attention
paid to the little dribble of snot emerging from his left nostril. The
afternoon began to fade. Mac, waking, shook her from her trance.
"Right," she said, putting her brother on her knee while he rubbed
the sleep from his eyes. "Let's keep moving. Library?" Mac pouted,
"Library it is," said Prue.
She skidded to a halt in front of the St. Johns branch library and
vaulted from her bike seat. "Don't go anywhere," she said to Mac as
she grabbed the short stack of books from the wagon. She jogged into
the foyer and stood before the book return slot, shuffling the books
in her hand. She stopped at one, The Sibley Guide to Birds, and sighed.
She'd had it for nearly three months now, braving overdue notices
and threatening notes from librarians before she'd finally consented
to return it. Prue mournfully flipped through the pages of the book.
She'd spent hours copying the beautiful illustrations of the birds into
her sketchbook, whispering their fantastic, exotic names like quiet
incantations: the western tanager. The whip-poor-will. Vaux's swift.
The names conjured the images of lofty climes and faraway places,
of quiet prairie dawns and misty treetop aeries. Her gaze drifted from
the book to the darkness of the return slot and back. She winced,
muttered, "Oh well," and shoved the book into the opening of her
pea coat. She would brave the librarians' wrath for one more week.
Outside, an old woman had stopped in front of the wagon and was
busy searching around for its owner, her brow furrowed. Mac was
contentedly chewing on the head of his wooden snake. Prue rolled
her eyes, took a deep breath, and threw open the doors of the library.
When the woman saw Prue, she began to wave a knobby finger in her
direction, stammering, "E-excuse me, miss! This is very unsafe! To
leave a child! Alone! Do his parents know how he is being cared for?"
"What, him?" asked Prue as she climbed back on to the bike.
"Poor thing, doesn't have parents. I found him in the free book pile."
She smiled widely and pushed the bike away from the curb back onto
the street.
The playground was empty when they arrived, and Prue unrolled
Mac from his swaddling and set him alongside the unhitched Radio
Flyer. He was just beginning to walk and relished the opportunity to
practice his balancing. He gurgled and smiled and carefully waddled
beside the wagon, pushing it slowly across the playground's asphalt.
"Knock yourself out," said Prue, and she pulled the copy of The Sibley
Guide to Birds from her coat, opening it to a dog-eared page about
meadowlarks. The shadows against the blacktop were growing longer
as the late afternoon gave way to early evening.
That was when she first noticed the crows.
At first there were just a few, wheeling in concentric circles against
the overcast sky. They caught Prue's attention, darting about in her
periphery, and she glanced up at them. Corvus brachyrhynchos; she'd
just been reading about them the night before. Even from a distance,
Prue was astounded by their size and the power of their every wing
stroke. A few more flew into the group and there were now several,
wheeling and diving above the quiet playground. A flock? thought
Prue. A swarm? She flipped through the pages of Sibley to the back
where there was an index of fanciful terms for the grouping of birds:
a sedge of herons, a fall of woodcock, and: a murder of crows. She
shivered. Looking back up, she was startled to see that this murder
of crows had grown considerably. There were now dozens of birds,
each of the blackest pitch, piercing cold empty holes in the widening
sky. She looked over at Mac. He was now yards away, blithely
toddling along the blacktop. She felt unnerved. "Hey, Mac!" she called.
"Where ya going?"
There was a sudden rush of wind, and she looked up in the sky and
was horrified to see that the group of crows had grown twenty-fold.
The individual birds were now indiscernible from the mass, and the
murder coalesced into a single, convulsive shape, blotting out the flat
light of the afternoon sun. The shape swung and bowed in the air, and
the noise of their beating wings and screeching cries became almost
deafening. Prue cast about, seeing if anyone else was witnessing this
bizarre event, but she was terrified to find that she was alone.
And then the crows dove.
Their cry became a single, unified scream as the cloud of crows
feinted skyward before diving at a ferocious speed toward her baby
brother. Mac gave a terrific squeal as the first crow reached him,
snagging the hood of his jumper in a quick flourish of a talon. A
second took hold of a sleeve, a third grabbing the shoulder. A fourth,
a fifth touched down, until the swarm surrounded and obscured the
view of his body in a sea of flashing, feathery blackness. And then,
with seemingly perfect ease, Mac was lifted from the ground and into
the air.
Prue was paralyzed with shock and disbelief: How were they doing
this? She found that her legs felt like they were made of cement, her
mouth empty of anything that might draw forth words or a sound.
Her entire placid, predictable life now seemed to hinge on this one
single event, everything she'd ever felt or believed coming into
terrible relief. Nothing her parents had told her, nothing she'd ever
learned in school, could possibly have prepared her for this thing that
was happening. Or, really, what was to follow.
Waking from her reverie, Prue found she
was standing on top of the bench, shaking
her fist at the crows like an ineffectual comic
book bystander, cursing some super villain for the
theft of a purse. The crows were quickly gaining
altitude; they now topped the highest branches of
the poplars. Mac could barely be seen amid
the black, winged swarm. Prue jumped
down from the bench and grabbed a rock
from the pavement. Taking quick aim, she
threw the rock as hard as she could but
groaned to see it fall well short of its target.
The crows were completely unfazed. They
were now well above the tallest trees in the
neighborhood and climbing, the highest fliers
growing hazy in the low-hanging clouds. The
dark mass moved in an almost lazy pattern, stalling
in motion before suddenly breaking in one direction
and the next. Suddenly, the curtain of their bodies
parted and Prue could see the distant beige shape
of Mac, his cord jumper pulled into a grotesque rag-doll shape by
the crows' talons. She could see one crow had a claw tangled in the
fine down of his hair. Now the swarm seemed to split in two groups:
One stayed surrounding the few crows who were carrying Mac while
the other dove away and skirted the treetops. Suddenly, two of the
crows let go of Mac's jumper, and the remaining birds scrambled to
keep hold. Prue shrieked as she saw her brother slip from their claws
and plummet. But before Mac even neared the ground, the second
group of crows deftly flew in and he was caught, lost again into the
cloud of squawking birds. The two groups reunited, wheeled in the
air once more, and suddenly, violently, shot westward, away from
the playground.
Determined to do something, Prue dashed to her bike, jumped
on, and gave pursuit. Unencumbered by Mac's red wagon, the bike
quickly gained speed and Prue darted out into the street. Two cars
skidded to a stop in front of her as she crossed the intersection in front
of the library; somebody yelled, "Watch it!" from the sidewalk. Prue
did not dare take her eyes off the swimming, spinning crows in the
Her legs a blue blur over the pedals, Prue blew the stop sign at
Richmond and Ivanhoe, inciting an angered holler from a bystander.
She then skidded through the turn southward on Willamette. The
crows, unhampered by the neighborhood's grid of houses, lawns,
streets, and stoplights, made quick time over the landscape, and Prue
commanded her legs to pedal faster to keep pace. In the chase, she
could swear that the crows were toying with her, cutting back toward
her, diving low and skirting the roofs of the houses, only to carve a
great arc and, with a push of speed, dart back to the west. In these
moments Prue could catch glimpse of her captive brother, swinging
in the clutches of his captors, and then he would disappear again, lost
in the whirlwind of feathers.
"I'm coming for you, Mac!" she yelled. Tears streamed down
Prue's cheeks, but she couldn't tell if she'd cried them or if they were
a product of the cold fall air that whipped at her face as she rode. Her
heart was beating madly in her chest, but her emotions were staid; she
still couldn't quite believe this was all happening. Her only thought
was to retrieve her brother. She swore that she would never let him
out of her sight again.


Excerpted from Wildwood by Colin Meloy Copyright © 2011 by Colin Meloy. Excerpted by permission of Balzer & Bray. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2012

    Colin Meloy is a genius and his wife is amazing.

    Wildwood was one of my favorite books to read, especially since it gave me something to do on the 8-hour drive to and from Disneyland while I was squished between my sister and brother, who were eating way to many sunflower seeds than their sodium intake could handle. I wasn't kidnapped by a murder of crows and almost eaten alive by carnivorous ivy, though, so it wasn't that bad. Wildwood had a strong main character who had a lot of help along the way saving her brother, and more importantly, all of Portland. (And potentially Oregon and possibly the whole world. Wouldn't it be strange to see an entire planet covered in ivy?) This book defines what family is: sometimes you hate each other, but in the end love wins out and therefore you save your little brother from getting devoured by a plant. Get my point? Anyway, The Decemberists are awesome, Carson Ellis is related to Vincent van Gogh, and if you don't understand a word Colin Meloy is writing, maybe you're just stupid.

    9 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2012

    Highly Recommended!

    What a lovely book! The story is enchanting and it seems to appeal to older children as well as those who still enjoy an adult reading aloud. It would also make an appreciated gift for the hard to please adolescent. This adult enjoyed the fantasy as much as the children! The story will appeal to those interested in fantasy, those who love nature, as well as the animal lover!

    Colin Meloy weaves a memorable tale with vocabulary expanding descriptions that inspire the imagination!

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2012

    Loving it!!!!!!!!!!PLEASE TAP

    Love it already and not even half through!

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 30, 2011

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    IT WAS OK.








    6 out of 26 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted June 22, 2012



    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2012

    A good read

    I enjoyed this book even though im 19 and the book is aimed towards children. The vocabulary was very rich and the story was unique in its own way even though it may be inspired by the chronicles of narnia. The story wasnt completely predictable, and the ending was great. I cant wait till more of the chronicle comes out.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 2, 2013

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    Great read for young and old! My 11-year-old daughter and I read

    Great read for young and old! My 11-year-old daughter and I read the book together and we both loved it so much we had to go out and buy the second book in The Wildwood Chronicles (called Under Wildwood) immediately. It is rich and satisfying text, and a great vocabulary builder - there were words in the book I even had to look up! My daughter loved this book so much she had me get it for her favorite teacher for his birthday. We even went looking through maps of Oregon, because we wanted to find out everything we could about where the characters came from, and found out there is a real Wildwood Trail. I just can't say enough good things about this book: It's so well-written, suspenseful, and fantastical! If this isn't a classic in twenty years I'll be really surprised!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2013

    Anonymous on 1/17/2013

    Im only partway thru but its soooooooooooo good!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love it.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2013

    Loved it!

    Loved that book! Great for people who like adventure and mysrerious places. Long, but very detailed. Loved it!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2012

    It was ok

    It was ok but I never really finished it ( wich by the way if you als havent finished it but are planning to dont read the summary of Under Wildwood spoiler alert) I think that the musterious benedict society was way better than this book

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2012

    So good

    I love the part when prues baby brother gets stolen from birds

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 16, 2013

    Grows on you and hooks you!

    It took me awhile to get into this story but once I did, I was really hooked. I had given this to my great niece - age 9 - and was intrigued enough to get it for myself.
    Very imaginative - and intriguing to have the Wildwood lands an overlooked and nearly invisible part of Portland, OR. Having lived in the NW for many years, I especially enjoyed the "evil" role accorded to ivy! The heroes grow on you steadily and the main villain is VERY BAD - as in all good epic tales. Now I've completed book 2 in the series and am happily awaiting #3.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2013

    What a great book! To my surprise, I really enjoyed it...althoug

    What a great book! To my surprise, I really enjoyed it...although while reading, I did have to stop occasionally to get my dictionary to figure out the meaning of some of the words that were used (I really wonder if an 8 year old really understood the meaning of some of them). Stumbling across those words often caused me to lose my concentration just when I would be getting into the story...). Other than that, could not put it down!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2013


    I recomend it

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 7, 2013

    Wonderful reading!

    I choose my reading carefully, needing good plot, good characters, and good fantasy. If it's not working I put the book down. Here I have discovered the first of a series, and I'm hungry for more. I enjoy the pace, and the author's sense of character. I open the book at odd times and am instantly back in the story. The author hasn't let me down.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2013


    Gdsggrhfsyhtfg great

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 5, 2013


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    2 out of 26 people found this review helpful.

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    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2013

    great book!!

    In the beginning a baby is abducted by crow and the plan was to kill him, but he is saved by a girl
    His sister

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2013


    I love this book. It has action,humor everything i love in a book. I recomend this book for ten and up but i could be wrong. The story has some heart in it, like how Prue goes into the Inpassable Wilderess (Wildwood) to get her brother Mac who was kidnapped by a murder of crows. It shows that she really cares about him, I would do the same for my two brothers. As much as i hate them sometimes we are a family and family sticks together. This book is wonderful and i hope that you enjoy it. DO NOT LET THE HATERS BRING YOU DOWN ABOUT THE BOOK YOU CAN DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT TO READ!!! By the way I am 12. :-)

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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