Wise Child

Wise Child

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by Monica Furlong, Leo Dillon, Diane Dillon
     
 

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In a remote Scottish village, nine-year-old Wise Child is taken in by Juniper, a healer and sorceress. Then Wise Child’s mother, Maeve, a black witch, reappears. In choosing between Maeve and Juniper, Wise Child discovers the extent of her supernatural powers—and her true loyalties.

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In a remote Scottish village, nine-year-old Wise Child is taken in by Juniper, a healer and sorceress. Then Wise Child’s mother, Maeve, a black witch, reappears. In choosing between Maeve and Juniper, Wise Child discovers the extent of her supernatural powers—and her true loyalties.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In this exciting, well-written fantasy, the setting (Britain in the Dark Ages) is as much a character as Wise Child and her guardian Juniper. Orphaned by the death of her grandmother and her sailor-father's disappearance, Wise Child chooses to become the ward of Juniper, the village wisewoman who is healer, midwife and witch. Under Juniper's kind but stern tutelage, Wise Child thrives, learning herb lore, reading and basic survival in those difficult times. Wise Child manages to live between the Churchrepresented by the grim village priestand the witchcraft that Juniper would have her learn. This delicate balance is destroyed by the coming of Maeve, Wise Child's mother, who had abandoned her. Her evil awakens the real power of Wise Child as well as the superstitions of the village, rendering the trial of Juniper for witchcraft inevitable. Self-realization enables Wise Child to save both herself and Juniper in an exciting climax. Though the ending may strike some as too easy, this is an intriguing portrayal of an ancient way of life, and Wise Child is an engaging heroine. Ages 12-up. (October)
Children's Literature - Deborah Zink Roffino
Universal themes of light and dark, good and evil twist through this exciting fantasy adventure. From the far away, primeval forests of Scotland, comes this tale of a child, abandoned by her parents, raised by a Wise Women. Over their years together, the girl learns about love and goodness. Suddenly, her real mother, a very nasty sorceress, returns to tempt her back to dark ways. For boys and girls, this is beautiful tale of hard work and the power of love.
School Library Journal
Gr 6-8 Wise Child's life takes a new direction when her grandmother dies; her parents are both gone and in all the poverty-stricken village there is no one willing to take her inexcept Juniper, a mysterious healer from Cornwall who lives alone and has decidedly heterodox ideas about the place and purpose of women. Wise Child is self-centered and headstrong, but under Juniper's cheerful tutelage she begins to see herself as part of a world large enough for a liberated view and for magic too; Juniper's an expert witch, a hybrid combination of natural scientist and traditional broom-rider. Wise Child is quickly initiated into the secret arts. Juniper is both too modern and too perfect for the story. She has little difficulty coping with a Good Witch's usual enemies (an evil sorceress and a mob of fearful peasants egged on by the local priest), always arrives in the nick of time to rescue Wise Child, and shows never a trace of fear, impatience, or superstition. When, her many good deeds forgotten, she is about to be burned at the stake, she escapes with Wise Child, and the two find their way to the Isles of the Blessed. Readers may be intrigued both by the characters and by this revisionist view of witchcraft, although they will find a more realistic and involving exploration of it in Margaret Mahy's The Changeover (Macmillan, 1984). John Peters, New York Public Library

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780394891057
Publisher:
Random House Children's Books
Publication date:
02/24/2004
Series:
Monica Furlong Ser.
Edition description:
1st American ed
Pages:
240
Product dimensions:
5.75(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range:
10 Years

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Juniper

JUNIPER was different from us. In the first place she came from another country—Cornwall—and although she spoke our language perfectly, apart from the p's, which no one but us could pronounce properly, she looked different. She was taller, darker skinned, and although she had black hair as Finbar and I did, she did not have our bright-blue eyes. Her eyes were a soft, dark color, brooding and quiet.

Then again, she did not live as our women lived. She was what in our language was called a cailleach—it meant a single woman, but more than a single woman, one who had something uncanny about her. In our village the women were the wives of farm workers, of sailors, of fishermen, with swarms of children tumbling over their doorsteps. The few who were unmarried lived at home and looked after their parents. No woman lived alone, as Juniper did.

Juniper lived away from the village, high up in a white stone house set on a sort of inland cliff that looked as if, a few yards from the front of her garden, the ground had suddenly split open. Behind her house was a great meadow covered in spring and summer with flowers. Beyond that, as I was one day to learn, was a moor, fragrant with mint and asphodel and bog myrtle, and beyond that again blue mountains. At night up there the stars seemed very close, and by day you felt as if you were on the roof of the world.

At the front of her house was a winding path that led down to the village; there were sheep tracks and caves in the red wall of the cliff. The front of her house looked toward the village and the back of it onto her herb garden and the moor.

The most important thing that separated Juniper from the rest of us was that she did magic. When we called her a cailleach, what we really meant was that she was a witch, a sorceress, probably in the pay of the Devil. Proof was that she did not come to Mass on Sundays, when the priest held aloft the bread and the wine. She came to the village when people were desperate and did not care anymore if Fillan Priest disapproved of them. When a man whose wife had labored for hours in vain could not stand it any longer, when someone was near to death after an accident, when a child was delirious with fever, when a woman had an evil spirit, they sent for Juniper; and whatever she did (and no two people ever agreed about what she did), as often as not the patient recovered. It did not seem to make us grateful; on the contrary, it only increased our feeling that she was a witch.

I was really frightened of her as a tiny child. Mothers in our village used to threaten their children, "I'll give you to Juniper if you are naughty." I wonder if Maeve so threatened me. Of course, Juniper wasn't the witch's real name. Like so many in our village she was called by a nickname—in this case because the plant juniper was a favorite remedy of hers. It was easy enough for people like us to get hold of—we could go and get it up on the mountain, and in a village where many were very poor, it was cheap medicine for many ailments.

MY EARLIEST MEMORY of Juniper was when I was a little child of three or four standing in the village street while my grandmother chatted with a group of neighbors. Suddenly a silence came upon us as Juniper passed, with a friendly word to the women and a smile for me that I did not return. I buried my face in my grandmother's skirt—I can smell the fusty, old-woman smell now—and did not breathe again until the tall figure had passed on her way. My grandmother had put her hand on my head to reassure me, but with childish logic I reasoned that she would not do that if Juniper were not dangerous.

THE FIRST TIME that Juniper and I had anything you could really call a conversation was when I was about five. I spent a lot of time with my cousins because my mother, a woman so beautiful that she was known as Maeve the Fair, had left by then, and my grandmother was getting too old to care for me all the time. (My father, Finbar, was usually away at sea, sailing that angry triangle between Wales and Dalriada and Ireland. Sometimes too he sailed to Cornwall or to Brittany, and brought back tin or silver ore or copper or finely wrought armor or salt.)

I was younger than all but the youngest of my cousins, and an only child who had tantrums when she did not get her own way. Looking back, I am amazed at how patient they were with me, especially as, at least at the beginning, I had more to eat and nicer clothes than they had. Like Juniper and many others, I was not called by my proper name, but by a teasing word that you would translate into English as "Wise Child." This was not a compliment—it was a word for children who used long words, as I often did, or who had big eyes, or who seemed somehow old beyond their years. I did not mind it, since I admired my cousins so much and felt loved by them and it was such fun to be among them and petted by them.

It was an autumn day, golden and still. We had gone to the shore and played there, Conor and Domnall, Seumas and Fingal, Bride, Morag, Mairi, Colman, and me. Then, with big baskets, we had wandered until we found the fields where the blackberries grew thickly, huge walls of bramble encrusted with luscious hulls like red and black thimbles. I did not pick very quickly, because I stopped so often to eat the fruit, but in the end I filled a small basket.

On the way home I got tired. It was getting toward dark, it was cold and misty, and the scratches on my arms and legs, which had not bothered me before, began to hurt. The basket felt heavy, and I wanted to be carried. Conor carried me for a long way on his back, and Colman, always a friend to me, though not much bigger than I was myself, carried my basket, but in the end they too were tired, and Conor set me down on the track and Colman returned my basket.

"Walk!" said Conor.

I had loved riding on Conor's broad back, and I did not want to walk. I sulked, I dragged behind while the others waited for me, and finally I sat down on the ground, thinking this would force Conor to carry me again.

"Very well," said Conor. "We will go on without you."

"The tarans may get you," said Mairi, who had always had a spiteful streak. "Or the people of the Sidh." The tarans were the ghosts of unbaptized babies who were said to snatch children away, and the people of the Sidh were the fairies, the Shining Ones.

To my amazement they all walked off and left me sitting there—they were sick to death of my temperamental outbursts—only Colman looking uncertainly back over his shoulder. I could see their white and brown smocks growing fainter as they crossed one field and passed into another, and finally they were gone. The darkness was edging the bushes and gently nudging its way into the corners of the fields, and the sky was a dim blue like the eye of an angry old man. I was shocked at their desertion.

It did not occur to me to get up and follow them. I went on sitting on the track where they had left me, and a great loneliness crept over me. Undoubtedly the tarans or the Shining Ones would get me and I would never see anyone I loved again. Tears poured out of my eyes and down my cheeks, and I leaned my head on my knees and sobbed out loud with tiredness and hopelessness. Then it happened.

From the Hardcover edition.

Meet the Author

Known in her homeland of England in many roles—journalist, biographer, novelist, feminist, and activist—Monica Furlong was best known in the United States for her award-winning novels, Juniper and Wise Child. Monica Furlong died of cancer in January 2003 at the age of 72. Colman is her last work.

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kizjax More than 1 year ago
this book changed the way i looked at the world. it compelled me to notice fine details on thing's i'd never thought of paying attention to before. i sincerely hope this becomes available in ebook format Soon.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I received this in a parcel of books from my mom. My mom has a gift for picking out enchanting books simply by looking at the covers and reading the description. This novel is no exception. This isn't the most popular book, but it definitely should be. Monica Furlong gives you a compelling tale of a shunned girl, taken in by the witch Juniper, and the events that follow her adoption. Definitely reccomended.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This isn't your typical book at all. No matter how many times you read it, something new appears. And the story itself is something I've never seen: about magic so deep that it lies in everything of every day if you only learn to see it, and a story that is somehow both winding suspense and a series of reflective parables. You can pick any chapter and read it and it's a story all in itself. What an amazing book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of my favorite books! It is not only great fantasy, but every time I read it I discover something new, like a new bit of philosophy, or a wonderful description. I would recommend this moving and poignant novel to anyone interested in fantasy, witchcraft, or anyone who wants a different kind of book with interesting and complicated characters that will change your thoughts about the word and provide new insight into the ways of humanity.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I first read this book when I was 12 or 13 and loved it then, but since then I have read it four more times and it still captivates me.
Guest More than 1 year ago
because it gives you a great fealing of loylty adventure an suspence you never know whats gonna happen!
Guest More than 1 year ago
one of the best i have read .... also got me into reading more
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is AWESOME, if you haven't already read the preqle you should. Its called Juniper. i couldn't put this book down, it gave me chills up and down my back....hahaha
Guest More than 1 year ago
With characters anyone can relate to, this magical, ornate, and captivating novel brings out the child in everyone. an easy and quick read, this story leaves the reader with not only a profound sense of peace, faith,and happiness, but also a feeling of pride in the written word and of the incredible creativity mankind is capable of. I was, however, a little put off by the strong sense of female pride, but i think in the end the novel has nothing to do with sexes, and i was not uncomfortable reading it at any time.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this is a really great book with wonderful writing and its a fantastic story that im sure every1 would love and enjoy!! i strongly suggest that you read it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
i think this book shoud get 10000s of awords it is one of the best book i've ever wreed
Guest More than 1 year ago
An excellent book that portrays good VS. evil in an extremely realistic and yet fantasitical way. It gives hope and encourages personal interests and shows prosperity in diversity. An excellent book to read and read again! Wise Child is a great character to relate to, as you see the whole story unfold from her point of view.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is truly well written and interesting. The story of a young girl and her awakening to a new life filled with magic is told well and captivates the reader. I truly enjoyed it, and I believe most fans of the genre will as well. I can't wait to read the prequel Juniper!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have come to greatly apreciate stories of magic. I am a sixteen year old girl and I love the ammount of magic and thought is put into this book. ever since I lost my child hood, because of tragic events, I have wanted to regain it. when I read this at first I had been reading adult books that were made for college readers but when I read this story I felt a peace in me that I haven't had for a long time. this book brings a magic back were it is gone and I recomend it to anyone that wishes to regain the knowledge of who their inner child is.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wise Child is a wonderful sequel to Juniper, although I reccomend reading Wise Child before Juniper. They are both a must read.