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by Jennifer Bradbury

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Agnes Wilkins is standing in front of an Egyptian mummy, about to make the first cut into the wrappings, about to unlock ancient (and not-so-ancient) history.

Maybe you think this girl is wearing a pith helmet with antique dust swirling around her.

Maybe you think she is a young Egyptologist who has arrived in Cairo on camelback.

Maybe she would like to


Agnes Wilkins is standing in front of an Egyptian mummy, about to make the first cut into the wrappings, about to unlock ancient (and not-so-ancient) history.

Maybe you think this girl is wearing a pith helmet with antique dust swirling around her.

Maybe you think she is a young Egyptologist who has arrived in Cairo on camelback.

Maybe she would like to think that too. Agnes Wilkins dreams of adventures that reach beyond the garden walls, but reality for a seventeen-year-old debutante in 1815 London does not allow for camels—or dust, even. No, Agnes can only see a mummy when she is wearing a new silk gown and standing on the verdant lawns of Lord Showalter’s estate, with chaperones fussing about and strolling sitar players straining to create an exotic “atmosphere” for the first party of the season. An unwrapping.

This is the start of it all, Agnes’s debut season, the pretty girl parade that offers only ever-shrinking options: home, husband, and high society. It’s also the start of something else, because the mummy Agnes unwraps isn’t just a mummy. It’s a host for a secret that could unravel a new destiny—unleashing mystery, an international intrigue, and possibly a curse in the bargain.

Get wrapped up in the adventure . . . but keep your wits about you, dear Agnes.

Editorial Reviews

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"Austen fans who wish her characters would get up off their settees and risk an adventure will enjoy Bradbury's smart, feisty heroine." Kirkus Reviews

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Bradbury, Jennifer. Wrapped. Atheneum/Simon & Schuster, 2011. 320p. $16.99. 978-1-4169-9007-9.

This is a fast-paced historical novel that engages the reader on many levels by contrasting roles of class, history, and women with modern society. In England during the Regency period, Agnes Wilkins is about to make her debut into society. But Agnes is no ordinary debutante, as she can quote Jane Austen (“A Lady”) in ten languages and help end the Napoleonic wars. Agnes is realizing the restraints of her class as she tracks down the mystery of an Egyptian standard. Though she is wooed by a gentleman of her class who invites her to an “Unwrapping,” she has feelings for Caedmon, the lackey Egyptologist. At this social event that features a mummy from Egypt, she uncovers an iron artifact with a scrap of linen that predates the mummification. The reader gets a subtle lesson in historical relativism as Agnes goes behind the scenes of the British Museum and connects this jackal head to the Rosetta Stone. The gender issues are dealt with effectively as she uses poignant Austen quotes in response to her mother’s constricting attentions to her dress and demeanor.

Though slightly different in exact years, this novel would pair well with the classic Count of Monte Cristo as “Old Boney,” Napoleon, indirectly influences both protagonists’ actions. The differences between the two novels would make an interesting comparison on political and social levels.—Ann Reddy Damon.

VOYA June 2011

"Bradbury offers a grand historical mystery with a pinch of supernatural intrigue and a hint of romance."
- SLJ June 2011

"A bold and daring historical adventure tale with a brave, quick-thinking heroine at its center."
BOOKLIST, May 1, 2011

Children's Literature - Cynthia Levinson
Sixteen-year-old Agnes Wilkins adores her mother but, because her mother wants her to end her education (Agnes speaks ten languages and loves reading her contemporary, Jane Austen) and marry a wealthy nobleman after her forthcoming debut, Agnes does not want to be like her mother. Instead, she would like to an Egyptologist. So, when she agrees to help Lord Showalter, her mother's favorite, unwrap a mummy he has bought, she makes off with a small metal carving of a jackal's head. The title of this fast-paced, multiple-layered historical-novel-cum-mystery refers literally to the mummy, whose unwrapping becomes associated with a murder and robberies, international intrigue. And there are fears plus a curse. It also refers symbolically to Agnes' escape from the binding expectations of her mother and her social class. Meanwhile, Napoleon, who is threatening England, wants her carving! Daring and sly, Agnes negotiates her way through these threats and strictures, including her mother's fury at her indiscretions and her discovery that Showalter is actually spying on her long-absent father for Napoleon. At her debut, the Duke of Wellington himself thanks her for helping to save her country. Melodramatic and thoroughly improbable as it is, the story is grounded in research about its time and place and provides a suspenseful yarn along with lessons about history, literature, and feisty females. Reviewer: Cynthia Levinson
Kirkus Reviews
An 1815 parlor diversion leads to a fizzy, frothy caper. Agnes is a Regency debutante with an inquisitive mind, a nose for trouble and some not-insignificant feminist objections to the process of finding a husband. When she pockets the trinket she finds among the linens at her neighbor's mummy-unwrapping party, she unwittingly sets off a series of catastrophes will that include burglaries, violent attacks and murder. Her guilt drives her to investigate the mysteries surrounding the mummy and the party guests, drawing her into a tenuous partnership with a British Museum janitor while at the same time dodging the advances of Lord Showalter, the party's host and the most sought-after suitor in London. The secrets she uncovers have consequences both personal and political, giving her quest a heightened urgency. Bradbury weaves Egyptology, Napoleonic conquest and a flirtation with the supernatural into a spy thriller that is a marked departure from her 2008 debut, Shift.The story is steeped in the historical details of the period, even as the author's note outlines the liberties taken with the timeline. Austen fans who wish her characters would get up off their settees and risk an adventure will enjoy Bradbury's smart, feisty heroine (who is herself an avid reader of A Lady). (Mystery. 12 & up)
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—On the eve of her debut into 19th-century London society, 18-year-old Agnes Wilkins wishes her life promised more than wearing the right dress for the right party in hopes of finding a suitable husband. She longs for passion like Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy share in the novels of "A Lady." At a "mummy unwrapping party," Lord Showalter hands her a pair of scissors and encourages her to make a cut into the sarcophagus wrappings, where she uncovers a silver jackal's head and impulsively hides it in her dress. Soon after her subterfuge, a suspicious-looking waiter follows her and, ultimately, turns up dead. Agnes is too scared to confess her theft and instead heads to the British Museum to try to find some answers. There she encounters Caedmon, a self-taught man with a passion for Egyptian artifacts. The pair discovers that the artifact is actually a hidden message intended for a spy with allegiance to Napoleon Bonaparte. With only an elderly former English intelligence officer to assist them, the two embark on a mission to stop the French dictator before he harnesses ancient Egyptian magic that would render him unbeatable in battle. The closer the young people get toward solving the mystery, the more dangerous the stakes become. Bradbury offers a grand historical mystery with a pinch of supernatural intrigue and a hint of romance. Readers will be swept up in Agnes's life but may feel beaten over the head with the message that women lacked power during this era. An extremely happy ending leaves room for a possible sequel for those who can't get enough of Agnes and Caedmon's adventures.—Tara Kehoe, Plainsboro Public Library, NJ

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Atheneum Books for Young Readers
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12 Years

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Wrapped Chapter One

“Put the book down, darling,” my mother said from her chair beside the mirror.

“The chapter’s end is only a short way off,” I replied, reaching out with my other hand to flip the page. Despite the ache in my shoulder from holding the book at arm’s length so the dressmakers could work on my gown, I didn’t want to give it up.

“For heaven’s sake, you’ve read it a dozen times,” Mother said, rising to snatch the book from my hand. I half lunged for it, an action answered by the jabs of a dozen pins in places sensitive enough to ensure the book was lost to me for now.

“It improves each time,” I told her, letting my arms fall, the sensation of the blood rushing back into my fingertips too brief before the dressmaker nudged one elbow upward again.

“Please, miss,” the woman said, gesturing at the bodice, managing to sound even more exasperated with me than Mother had.

I lifted my arms again, posing as if I were about to take flight. According to some, I was. My debut had come, bringing with it Mother’s long-awaited opportunity to parade me about in front of all of London. The dress wrapped itself around me in tucks and folds of silk the color of cream as it stands on the top of a cup of tea, waiting to be stirred in. The trim at the neckline was exquisitely wrought in lace Mother had warned me more than once not to tell Father the price of. I’d pleaded unsuccessfully to have this particular dress made from a shimmering red sari fabric my brother had sent home to me from India. Mother was firm that red was perfectly unsuitable.

She was right, of course, as she was about most everything. She was right that this color was far more appropriate for a girl making a debut, that it would allow me to fit and stand out at the same time. I wasn’t sure I was ready to do either yet. And I was relatively certain I wasn’t prepared to step into society as Mother’s protégée. I adored my mother, but I didn’t want to be her. Not yet, anyway.

“You really might at least pretend to be more diverted by all of this,” she complained, turning down a corner of the page of my book before placing it on the dressing table. I fought the urge to beg her to use the scrap of lace I’d employed as a bookmark. I didn’t want creases in that particular copy of Mansfield Park. But the damage was done. And Mother was incensed enough with me already.

“On the contrary, Mother,” I said, balancing on my left foot just long enough to scratch the back of my right knee with my toe, “I find the prospect of this evening’s entertainment so overwhelming that it helps to have something to occupy my mind.”

Mother almost smiled. “It does promise to be an affair. I’m sure I’ve waited long enough before agreeing to be seen at one of these events, don’t you think?”

“Never be the first or the last to adopt fashion,” I said, echoing her words dutifully.

“But you must be the first to make an impression on our host this evening,” she said, a smile beginning at the corner of her mouth. Mother had declined two earlier invitations for parties of this sort. But when this one from Lord Thomas Showalter came so fortuitously timed with my debut, Mother accepted with haste. I couldn’t blame her, exactly. Lord Showalter was exactly the kind of man she or any other eager mother wanted for her daughter. He might have been the most sought-after man in all of Hyde Park, if not all of London itself. He was charming, handsome, and rich.

I rolled my eyes, whispered, “E ’una verità universalmente riconosciuta che un uomo solo in possesso di una fortuna deve essere in mancanza di una moglie.”

“Don’t mumble, dear,” she ordered.

This time I slipped from Italian to Russian and spoke a bit louder. “.” I loved the way Russian insisted on tickling the back of my throat.

“Agnes.” Mother’s tone carried the warning for her.

I translated the line again, this time to German, so Mother might recognize it at last. “Es ist eine allgemein anerkannte Wahrheit, daß ein Junggeselle im Besitz eines schönen Vermögens nichts dringender braucht als eine Frau.”

She stiffened, crossed her arms. “You know how it vexes me when you show off—what man will stand for that, I wonder?”

Finally, I all but shouted at her in French. “C’est une vérité universellement reconnue, qu’un seul homme en possession d’une bonne fortune doit être dans le besoin d’une femme.”

She took a moment, narrowing her eyes to tiny slits. “It’s not enough that you must cavort about in tongues that no respectable girl has any business speaking, but you must quote those books in the bargain? Honestly, Agnes.”

I smiled sweetly. “I was agreeing with you,” I said, “or at the very least A Lady was.” I looked down at the younger of the two dressmakers. “It’s from Pride and Prejudice,” I said. “‘It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.’ Have you read it?”

The girl’s eyes lit up and she began to nod, but Mother cut short her reply. “Of course she’s read it. Half of England has read it, which is why it’s vulgar to quote it.”

“Half the world has read the Bible and we quote it all the time,” I teased.

“I’ll pretend you didn’t just compare the scribbling of a female novelist to the words of our Lord,” she said. “Whatever will I do with you?”

I sighed. “Marry me off to a rich man before he sees how clever I am. And with me in this gown at this evening’s most romantic of events, it appears your task is half done already.”

Mother sat again, placated a bit by my apparent acquiescence to her plan. “The entertainment he has chosen is gruesome, but it will provide a stunning foil for your beauty.”

We’d agreed that we would both politely decline actively participating this evening if pressed to do so. But Mother would not risk staying clear of the party outright. She was sure that Showalter was finally ready to seek a wife after several years in our London society and that if I weren’t there to be seen as a candidate, my chance would be lost.

I didn’t have the stomach to tell her that part of me wanted to stay here in my room and reread an A Lady novel or continue working on my Hebrew translations.

“Lady Ershing told me they do this sort of thing all the time in France. But so many of the fancies out of Europe have to be weighed against good English judgment and civility, I always say,” my mother mused.

“They trim their gowns in red lace in Paris, ma’am,” one of the seamstresses offered. Mother had brought the dressmakers here in order to preserve the secrecy of my gown. She couldn’t bear the thought of my first debut gown being copied or seen by anyone before I’d had a chance to wear it. Her paranoia knew no bounds on this score. Already she’d been favoring the shop far from Bond Street and the prying eyes of her friends and neighbors. But bringing the dressmakers to our home was extreme even for her. She’d already arranged to do the same with the final fittings for my presentation gown, but that dress was still being pieced at the shop.

Mother jabbed a finger at the girl. “How dreadful. Just because the French do it doesn’t mean we should. England is her own sovereign sensible state.”

“And may we stay that way for eternity, God save the King and damn Napoleon!” I said.

Mother’s gaze darkened. The two dressmakers pretended to be fascinated with the pleats. “Take care to find a way to voice your patriotism more appropriately,” my mother warned.

“Yes, Mother.” I sighed. But I felt the same about the mad little man across the Channel as anyone in England. Napoleon had more lives than a cat, had been the villain of the newspapers and in our household since I was a child. Before I even properly understood that he aimed for nothing less than ruling the world—and England with it—I used to spy on my brothers as they staged reenactments of the Battle of Trafalgar in the nursery.

Ten years Napoleon had haunted us. And with his most recent return from exile, the threat had gained strength anew. It was enough to make me wonder if debuting under such a shadow was at all sensible. I’d tried once to persuade Mother on this point. Her reply had been swift and certain: The very best affront we could offer the French would be to continue on with our lives as if Napoleon and his ambitions worried us not at all. Solid English tradition scoffing in the face of danger. She’d sounded as though she belonged on the floor of the House of Lords at Father’s side.

Mother seemed to read my thoughts. “It is so important that you debut now, Agnes,” she affirmed. “It is your duty. Our duty. To David and his compatriots, that they may know we have confidence enough in them to protect us. To those of the lower classes who need to see their betters continuing with the important traditions and rites that make ours a great nation . . . and to flout Napoleon, the little cockroach!”

I rolled my eyes. “I can hardly see how my debut will cause old Boney to flinch, Mother.”

She sat up straighter, her chin lifting. “Principle, Agnes,” she said gravely. “It’s the principle of the matter.”

“To say nothing of your principles,” I teased. Mother had waited longer than she wished for my debut season to arrive. Her own season had resulted in a triumphant match with my father. I suppose I couldn’t hold it against her that she was eager for me to find such happiness.

Mother hesitated, softened a bit, and then spoke. “Well, I have been very patient, haven’t I?”

“Mother, I’m barely seventeen!” I said, falling as easily into the argument we’d been having for the last two years as I might into my own bed.

I debuted at sixteen,” she replied, on script. “And married your father at seventeen. Of course custom dictates a longer engagement these days. Though I think anything longer than two years is a bit absurd. . . .”

Mother suddenly sprang to her feet and worked her way in between the two dressmakers. “This pleat does not lie properly. It will not do.”

“You’re not so eager to marry David or Rupert off,” I complained.

“David is years from being a suitable husband. And Rupert . . .” She paused, shook her head. “Even with your father’s fortune, I do not know that he will have the same sense to marry so well.”

“No one could marry as well as Father,” I said sweetly, even meaning it.

Mother smiled, swatted at my hand. “You’re a good girl, Agnes,” she said. “And you’ll make an excellent wife. Though I shudder to think what kind of home you’ll keep.” She nodded to the wallpaper. “I still can’t account for those.”

I smiled at the golden walls, flecked with shimmering pink cherry blossoms and snaky green dragons peeking through the branches. I’d begged Father to bring me something special when he’d gone as part of a delegation to Japan when I was nine or so. He’d brought the paper, telling Mother that the empress herself had it hanging on the walls of the throne room and that it was perfect for his dear princess.

The dull floral that had been on my wall since my grandmother’s time gave way.

“I’m sure you’ll be at hand to advise me,” I said quietly, looking about the room at the other objects that Father had brought home during his years of travel, or that David had sent from various ports while at sea. The pointy little slippers from Turkey, the delicate toy drum from the Indies, and the dozens of books in various languages, some of which I’d managed to read, others still waiting to be unlocked.

Mother looked at me. “Lord Showalter’s tastes do run quite the same direction as yours.”

It was true. I’d been to Showalter’s twice before, and the house was chockablock with curiosities, the bulk of which had been ferried over from Egypt. Nothing went together. Strolling through his sitting room was like rummaging through the world’s attic, so varied and odd was the collection of items he possessed and displayed. He even had a small golden idol shaped like a bird on his mantelpiece.

“Perhaps you’ll even be so kind as to decorate our entire house so that I might have time to concentrate on my studies?”

Mother shook her head. “Education is for children. And you’ve already had far more than your share. I let your father keep finding those language tutors for you, but there comes a time when every girl must step out of the schoolroom and into the life that awaits her.” She held my eye. “And that time for you is come at last!”

At this, the seamstresses stepped away and looked to Mother. She circled round me, studying every stitch and hem and pleat and ruffle and fall of fabric.

“Very good,” she said finally.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Still a girl in a lovely dress, my auburn hair pinned back, waiting for Clarisse to do with it what only she could.

But what that girl in the mirror felt surprised me. I’d spent months arguing with Mother about allowing me to continue my studies, pleading with Father to convince her to delay my debut. And yet, in this dress . . .

I looked beautiful. How odd a sensation. Mother was beautiful. I was not. And yet in the dress I looked like a girl ready to make her debut, a girl who belonged at a party, or a coronation or something important. And then an even odder shiver ran through me: I wanted to see what could happen at parties and dinners for a girl dressed like I was. At least it would be something new, possibly exciting, even if it was a quick step into the rest of my life.

Suddenly all of me couldn’t wait to wear this dress tonight.

Mother must have noticed the change.

“You wear it well,” she said.

And for once I could not argue.

Meet the Author

Jennifer Bradbury is the author of the middle grade novel River Runs Deep and of several critically acclaimed young adult novels: A Moment Comes, Wrapped, and her debut, Shift—which Kirkus Reviews called “fresh, absorbing, compelling” in a starred review. Shift was picked as an ALA and a School Library Journal Best Book for Young Adults and is also on numerous state reading lists. A former English teacher and one-day Jeopardy! champ, she lives with her family in Burlington, Washington.

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Wrapped 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 19 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you want to sit down with a good book....pick this one. If you like any kind of historical fiction this is a book for you. Any one would like this. It is about a curious17th century girl ,,,named Agnes, that is whisked off into a fun, puzzling mystery/adventure involving Egypt, aritifacts, and mummies. Join Agnes and solve the amazing mysteries. This book has these genres- historical fiction, mystery, and even a little romance. Perfect for anyones read-needs. Hope this helped.
PercyAndAnnabeth More than 1 year ago
This book is AMAZING!! Agnes and Caedmon are very relatable characters; I loved thier story from the beginning. Agnes is a perfect heroine, and Caedmon is adorably persistent and hard-working. Now all my intrests are wrapped into one book: History, archaeology, romance, mystery, suspense...EVERYTHING!! Buy Wrapped; well worth your time and money!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love it! The romance and the drama made me turn page after page.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The premise was interesting, but the execution fell flat: the story was utterly predictable, with plot devices so blatantly obvious that it made me wonder why I kept reading. There was enough mystery to make me finish, but I felt rather empty. The characters have no depth whatsoever: Agnes is your typical Mary-Sue who can speak 10 languages fluently at the age of 17 and does everything perfectly while being self-effacing. The romance subplot was thin at best. Ultimately, I found this book to be boring. It is not going to be a book you will reread, so I would suggest borrowing this book if you would like to read it. I am giving this book two stars for good usage of historical events and literature references. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Over all i lild the book was a bit predictable bit still it was really cute. As always the rich girl falls for poor boy. The romamce was kinda slow but i dont thimk that was the whole point of the book. Basically its almost all about egyptology and napoleon even though at firsy i didnt know what the heck it was. But i learned. This book was recommended to me so to be a good friend i read it. Wasnt what i was expecting but who gives right? As long as i liked it. So yea if u still skeptical just buy the damn book u'll love it. I think... tracy
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thereaderbee More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed reading Wrapped. It was definitely not what I expected, after reading the summary. But I was pleasantly surprised that the book was really good. There was a lot of Egyptology involved, and I found it to be quite fascinating. There is a lot of stuff I didn¿t know about Napoleon. I love the main character, Agnes. Although she wants to do what¿s right by her family, be the perfect wife and marry well, she also longs for a life of adventure. She¿s smart and funny, and she loves ¿A Lady¿, (Jane Austen). Of course, she falls for the underdog, Caedmon, who she knows that she cannot be with. Caedmon is smart and handsome, and is trying to pull himself out of poverty by working in the museum. I really liked him. I kept picturing him as James McAvoy, it was a wonderful picture! The book was a bit predictable; I had most of it figured out pretty early on. That didn¿t stop me from enjoying it though. The storyline was very interesting, and very well written. The book has a lot of history in it, as well as some action and a bit of romance. The ending was pretty much left wide open, so I¿m wondering if maybe this will be a series? One can hope. Thank you to Simon & Schuster for allowing me to read this via the Galley Grab!
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BooksWithBite More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed the character of Agnes. She is so strong and feisty. She is not your average girl in this time of the book. Everything about her is so different that you are drawn to her. She makes the story much more interesting with her fiery attitude. The plot is something I think that could have been played with a lot more. It was good, but at times I got bored with it. I love the whole research of mummies and Egypt. I Love the the searching for secrets, revealing even things that are going on then in the book was a great adventure to go on. I just love it, when I can search along with the characters and gather clue by clue. I loved the way the love interest was played out. I love it when characters fall in love in the mist of the adventures. I love it even more when they madden each other. It makes their love stronger and funny to watch. I like that issues touching their social status back then. They avoided each other because of that, but clearly you can see that they are meant to be. Wrapped is funny, cute, adventurous book. The historical references in it will keep you fascinated till the very end. The characters are engaging and very out there, especially Agnes, you got to love her!
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You mean 19th centuary
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ok seriosuly this book is SUPER boring....i know wut other reviews say but seiously im only half way through and im bored to tears.....i wanted to save others from making rhe same mistake i did....if u want to read a book like the humger games try the matched series by ally condie i really enjoyed that one
Andrea Reino More than 1 year ago
Uggh......so not worth it......should be free.....
PeculiarPoet More than 1 year ago
This book is a cute quick read. Not one that you will remember for the rest of your life. But sweet and fun for otherwise dull days. Agnes is an enjoyable and loveable heroine. She speaks ten languages and quotes Lady A (Jane Austen). But she didn't inspire me with anything more than a mild liking. Caedman was a little flat and one dimensional. We see that he is passionate about Egypt. The plot was a little weak. The bad guys were bad guys. We weren't given much chance to think about who they might be. The big reveal about who are main villian was... lacking. I found myself not at all surprised and perhaps a little sad. The book is cute but... weak.