Down the Mysterly River is the children's book debut of Bill Willingham, the creator of the #1 New York Times bestselling graphic novel series Fables. Complete with illustrations by Fables artist Mark Buckingham, it is a spirited, highly original tale of adventure, suspense, and everlasting friendship.
Max "the Wolf" is a top notch Boy Scout, an expert at orienteering and a master of being prepared. So it is a little odd that he suddenly finds himself, with no recollection of his immediate past, lost in an unfamiliar wood. Even odder still, he encounters a badger named Banderbrock, a black bear named Walden, and McTavish the Monster (who might also be an old barn cat)—all of whom talk—and who are as clueless as Max.
Before long, Max and his friends are on the run from a relentless group of hunters and their deadly hounds. Armed with powerful blue swords and known as the Blue Cutters, these hunters capture and change the very essence of their prey. For what purpose, Max can't guess. But unless he can solve the mystery of the strange forested world he's landed in, Max may find himself and his friends changed beyond recognition, lost in a lost world…
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About the Author
BILL WILLINGHAM is the critically-acclaimed, award-winning creator of several iconic comic book series, including the bestselling Fables franchise. In 2003, its first year of publication, Fables won the prestigious Eisner award for Best New Series, and has gone on to win fourteen Eisners to date.
Bill lives in the wild and frosty woods of Minnesota.
MARK BUCKINGHAM has been working in comics professionally for the past twenty two years, building a reputation for design, storytelling and a chameleon like diversity of art styles. Since 2002 Mark has been the regular artist on Fables, working with its writer and creator Bill Willingham, for which they have earned numerous comic industry awards.
Bill Willingham is the critically-acclaimed, award-winning creator of several iconic comic book series, including the bestselling Fables franchise. In 2003, its first year of publication, Fables won the prestigious Eisner award for Best New Series, and has gone on to win fourteen Eisners to date. Bill lives in the wild and frosty woods of Minnesota.
Mark Buckingham has been working in comics professionally for the past twenty two years, building a reputation for design, storytelling and a chameleon like diversity of art styles. Since 2002 Mark has been the regular artist on Fables, working with its writer and creator Bill Willingham, for which they have earned numerous comic industry awards.
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Down the Mysterly River
By Bill Willingham, Mark Buckingham
Tom Doherty AssociatesCopyright © 2011 William T. Willingham
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Wolves and Badgers and Thrilling Boy Detective Stories
Max the Wolf was a wolf in exactly the same way that foothills are made up of real feet and a tiger shark is part tiger, which is to say, not at all. Max was in fact a boy, between twelve and thirteen years old, and entirely human. He was dressed in a Boy Scout uniform. His loose cotton shirt and shorts were a light greenish tan in color, as were the knee-high stockings that rose out of the weathered brown leather hiking boots he wore. Many brightly colored cloth badges, of every odd shape and size, were sewn onto the front of his shirt. More badges were sewn onto the breasts and back of the dusty red jacket he wore zippered halfway up over his shirt. A blue and white triangle of cloth was draped around his neck, its tightly rolled end points connected in front by a neckerchief slide, deftly hand-carved into the shape of a gray wolf's head, its fierce jaws open to reveal white fangs.
Max had blue eyes and fair skin, lightly dusted with freckles. He had a wild mop of brown hair that he frequently had to brush out of his eyes. Usually his hair was restrained by his cap, but he seemed to have lost his cap recently, though he couldn't exactly recall where.
Now that Max thought about it, not only could he not remember how he'd lost his cap, he couldn't recall where he was or how he'd arrived there. This was troubling for many reasons. In all the years he'd been a member of Troop 496, Chief Seattle Council, in the countless hikes and camping trips he'd enjoyed, and the many adventures he'd had, Max the Wolf had never once been lost. He was a wizard with map and compass and had earned his Orienteering merit badge while still a Tenderfoot Scout. And he'd never suffered a loss of memory, nor even the briefest moment of blackout.
And yet here he found himself walking down the slope of a hill, in the midst of a great forest of mixed broadleaf and evergreen, or so at least it appeared from his limited vantage place. As he walked he passed in and out of the shade of the leafy canopy high overhead. To any observer, and there was at least one, the infrequent pockets of undiluted golden sunlight made Max seem to suddenly shine brightly, like a character in a painting, before he stepped once more into the subdued, heavily filtered light of deep green shadow. The enclosed world was alive with the usual sounds of a forest. Birds sang and bugs chattered to each other from their many hidden enclaves. Many foresty scents drifted on the cool, soft breeze.
"Well, Max, it seems you've landed yourself in another adventure," the boy said out loud, even though there didn't appear to be anyone on hand to talk to.
"At the beginning of the mystery," he continued, "the best way to isolate what you don't know is to first take stock of everything you do know." This was one of Max's five most important rules of detection. Reciting it helped him to order his thoughts and prepare his mind for the coming investigation. "First, I am in the middle of a forest I don't recognize, though it is so much like the familiar forests of the Pacific Northwest, I'll assume I'm still in that general area, until evidence suggests otherwise. Second, I don't know how I got here." He ticked each point off on his fingers as he mentioned it.
"Judging by what I can see of the sky," he said, counting a third finger, "it's about midday and not likely to rain any time soon, so I'm in no immediate danger of exposure. I can't hear traffic sounds, so I must be at least a few miles from any well-traveled road."
Now that he was back in a detecting frame of mind, the uneasiness brought about by his initial confusion began to fade. Max was seldom if ever fearful, not even during the Mystery of the Gruesome Grizzly, but he'd never suffered a loss of his mental faculties before. No matter what, he'd always been able to trust his ability to reason, until now. Talking out loud in such an odd situation comforted him just enough to help keep the unfamiliar traces of panic at bay.
"I must have been involved in some Scouting activity," he continued as he strolled downhill, "because I'm in uniform. If our Troop was on a camping trip I'd have a backpack, or at least a canteen for a day hike. But I could've lost those along with my hat."
As soon as he thought of his possibly missing backpack, Max checked his pockets for his Lost Kit, which an experienced Scout always carried apart from his backpack, just in case he ever became separated from the rest of his gear in the wild. He found his Lost Kit in his left front pants pocket, exactly where it was supposed to be. Inside a small watertight cylinder were a dozen strike-anywhere matches, a candle, a roll of fishing line with two hooks, a few bandages in sterile wrappings, and a needle and thread. A length of heavier twine was wrapped around the outside of the plastic cylinder, since it didn't need to be protected from the elements.
Along with his Boy Scout knife, which he discovered safely in his right front pants pocket, he had the minimum basic tools necessary for a resourceful Scout to survive in all but the most extreme sort of wilderness. Since he was in the habit of carrying his knife and Lost Kit during all Scouting activities, even those which took place in the middle of civilization, their presence in his pockets shed no light on the unresolved question of whether or not he was on a day hike or overnight camping trip prior to his memory loss.
The bandages in his Lost Kit reminded him that most cases of memory loss were caused by injury, or some other serious trauma. So, mentally criticizing himself for not thinking of it sooner, he stopped walking long enough to give himself as thorough a physical examination as his situation allowed. It didn't take long. His head seemed free of lumps, cuts, or tender spots. He suffered no headache or dizziness. Moving down his body, he discovered no broken bones, or serious cuts. In fact he couldn't even find superficial cuts, scrapes, or the kind of minor scratches and insect bites anyone picks up after spending a reasonable amount of time in the woods. "So the evidence suggests," he said, "wherever I am, I haven't been here long.
"If I was on a hike and became separated from my Troop, there's a pretty good chance some of them might be nearby, looking for me." Standing still and quiet in the great woods, he listened for human sounds. Any search party would be blowing on loud whistles or actively calling out his name, not only to find him, but also to aid themselves in not becoming separated from each other. Losing additional members of the search party was always the greatest danger in any rescue operation. He decided to put off calling out himself. For now, he reasoned, it was more important to listen.
He could hear all manner of birdsong, but failed to recognize any. Identifying individual birdcalls was never his strong point; not like his patrol mate Danny Underbrink, who could tell a hundred different birds by their song alone. Max did better with plants. Unfortunately the many varieties of tree and shrub he could immediately identify were common to all western forests.
After a few minutes of more thorough investigation, he found some mushrooms nestled in the shady roots of a large spruce tree. He recognized them as a type called Bulbous Cort, which were common to the mountainous forests of the Pacific Northwest, though not entirely exclusive to them. It was enough though to add support to his original theory that he wasn't far from the woodlands regularly explored by his Troop.
As bad off as he was, at least it was unlikely he'd been spirited away to some remote corner of the world. In the adventure he called the Mystery of the Cautious Kidnappers, he and Taffy Clark had been taken as far as Canada's remote Northern Territories before he could effect their escape.
Because the Bulbous Cort mushroom ripened only between September and October, Max was able to deduce what time of year it was, which suddenly struck him as the strangest aspect of the mystery so far. No matter how much he'd forgotten of recent events, he should still be able to remember the month, or at least the general time of year.
"You can't blank out entire seasons, can you?" Try as he may, he couldn't even pin down what his last specific memory was. Though he could recall just about every detail of each one of his adventures, and even fit them in the right chronological order, there seemed to be a big blank between the end of his last adventure and the moment he realized he was walking through these woods.
At this point the panicky feeling threatened to well up inside him again, and it was only by a great effort of will he was able to force it back into submission. It was time, he thought, to quit worrying and go back to solving specific problems. "Figure out enough of the small details, and the big mystery will solve itself." That was another of his famous first five rules of detection.
Even though the sun was still high in the sky, promising that there were still several hours of reliable daylight left, Max decided to make some plans, in case it turned out he truly was on his own, and he'd be spending the night in the woods. He turned slowly in place, in two complete circles, looking up and down, from the forest floor to the branches high above him. He could detect no break in the trees and underbrush that might indicate a possible clearing, where he could expect to find a less obstructed view of his location. The next best thing was to head back up the hill he'd been walking down, until he found a clearing or reached the hilltop, where he could climb one of the taller trees to see what he could see.
The disadvantage of going uphill, beyond the obvious fact that it was harder than walking downhill, was that he'd tend to be walking away from most sources of fresh water. He'd need to find some water before he settled down for the night, but he had some time before that became the first priority. He'd listen while he hiked. On hillsides any water would tend to be in motion, and moving water made noise.
Having decided on his immediate objective, Max removed his jacket and, draping it over one shoulder, set out at a brisk pace up the steep slope of the hillside. Before he had gone very far, while passing through a particularly dense area of underbrush between two black cottonwood trees, he was surprised by a gruff voice from under a leafy bush.
"I don't think either of us would like it if you stepped on me," the voice said.
Startled, Max stepped back a couple of paces, until he was well clear of the bushes. In almost no time at all a squat and furry form came out from under the very same bush, waddling a bit from side to side as it walked on four short legs. The stout creature was nearly twenty inches from nose to tail, and, except for its elongated snout, it was almost as wide as it was long. In a mostly white face, two dark stripes of fur ran from its black nose, one across each eye, to taper off just beyond the back of its head. An additional dark patch of fur colored each cheek. In a very striking pattern, the dark and white lines flowed back along its coat, gradually shading into a uniform gray along the way, turning brownish just before the bristly fur entirely ran out of creature to cover. Max recognized it instantly as a very large example of the species Taxidea taxus, or in plain language, a badger.
Max looked back and forth between the badger and the bush it had just emerged from, hoping to get a look at who'd spoken, all the while wondering what odd sort of fellow would share space under a bush with a badger.
"You might want to be a touch more careful to look where you're going," the badger said, provoking a yawlp of astonishment from Max. It was the same gruff voice he'd just heard. There was no one else in the bush.
"You talked!" Max said. He backed another full step down the hill, careful not to take his eyes off the impossible creature.
"Well, why shouldn't I?" the badger said. "You were already talking so much, it seemed impolite not to join the conversation." The creature shuffled forward a little bit as he talked. As he did, Max stepped back each time, keeping a uniform distance between them.
"But badgers can't talk!" Max said.
"Of course we can. We talk all the time. Back in my old sett it was everything I could do to get my wife and cubs to shut up long enough to hear myself think. Of course, this is the first time one of you fire callers ever answered back. For all of your endless jabbering, this is the only time one of you said anything I can understand."
This time the badger didn't shuffle forward on his stubby legs, perhaps because in doing so he would have backed the poor fire caller right into a tangle of devil's club behind him. Their multitudes of two-inch needles were bad enough on a badger's thick coat. Against a fire caller's soft unfurred hide they'd be torture. Instead the creature huffed and snorted and rocked from side to side all the while clawing absentmindedly at the dirt in front of him. It seemed to Max a very badgerly thing to do.
Suddenly all evidence of surprise and fear at such an unusual encounter vanished from Max's face, to be replaced by a wide grin that burped out several solitary chuckles, before they connected into a more proper and delighted stream of laughter that lasted for some moments. Max didn't back up any more. In fact he boldly knelt down in the spongy carpet of dead leaves and pine needles to get a better look at his new companion.
"Do badgers amuse you, fella, or are you just some sort of kook?"
"Neither," Max said, once he was able to get control of his laughter. "I'm simply relieved to have finally solved this particular mystery. I should have suspected it before. The clues were all there. Not knowing what time of year it is should have been a dead giveaway. But the sensations of my environment were so detailed and consistent with reality, the obvious answer never occurred to me, until now. I'm in the middle of a very enjoyable dream. I'm going to regret waking up from this one."
"I hate to interrupt your good mood," the badger said, "and Brock knows I've had some crazy dreams of my own, but I don't think this is one of them."
"Of course you wouldn't think so," Max replied, "because you aren't the one dreaming. You're just a character in mine."
"Nope," the badger said. "I doubt that very much. Though you and I have both landed in a strange place, I don't think it's the land of dreams. I know the smell of that country like I know the scent of my own beloved missus in the dark of our den, and this ain't it. This land smells all wrong. Not in a bad way, precisely, but foreign-like."
"Where are we then?" Max said, his broad smile fading only a little.
"I think we're in the afterlife, young fire caller," the badger said in a voice gone quiet and sober. "My best guess is that you and me are stone-cold dead."CHAPTER 2
Flights and Fights and Campfire Tales
McTavish the Monster was on the run again. Given the darkness of the night and the density of the woods, with all of its myriad hidey-holes, he could easily have escaped the hunter, if the hunter were on his own. Humans, for all their amazing tools and other wonders, were dull things and easy to outwit. But the two black hounds were another story. Dogs could sniff anyone out of even the most hidden lair, so the only way for McTavish to escape this time was to run and dodge and run some more.
McTavish was getting tired though. If it were only a single dog on his tail, he would have turned to fight long ago. Killing a big bad dog wasn't so hard as all that, even a well-trained hunting dog. More than one hound's ghost was currently whimpering in some foul canine Hell because it had been foolhardy enough to pick a fight with him. But a dog and its master were impossible for even a crafty old fighter like McTavish to beat. And when the hunter had two dogs? Well, that was nothing short of unfair.
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Table of Contents
Book One Cut and Run,
1. Wolves and Badgers and Thrilling Boy Detective Stories,
2. Flights and Fights and Campfire Tales,
3. The First Night, the Battle, and What Was Learned as a Result,
4. A Company of Fugitives,
5. Blue Cutters, Their Ways, and the Green Man,
6. Cliffhangers and What to Do About Them,
7. The Fair Distribution of Honey and Borrowed Coats,
8. What Cutters Cut,
9. Quaking Aspens, Good Manners, and Stories Told,
10. Questions Answered, and Sometimes Not,
11. Revolutions Lost and Forgotten,
12. Cold Camp Memories, and the Lack of Good Conversation from Fresh Fish,
13. Blood and Battle,
Book Two Road and River,
14. Strange Eggs and the Stranger Man Who Delivers Them,
15. The Road Down to the River and What Was Learned on the Trip,
16. Problems with Magical Eggmen and Finicky Monsters,
17. River Travel and Unplanned Reunions,
18. Cutting Lessons,
19. The Dragon's Roar,
20. The Dragon Had a Daughter,
21. The Cost of Calling a Wolf's Bluff,
22. The Wizard,
23. The Many Stories of Max the Wolf,
24. Dinner Conversation,
Max's Five Most Important Rules of Detection,
The Books of Lawrence Swift,
About the Authors,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is a faboulous book!!! I love the talking animals and story! Get this book. There are lots of creativity in this book
Those of you who love fairy tales with talking animals (and other objects) will definitely get a treat from this story. Watching the characters interact and tell their stories was the engaging and enjoyable part of this book. Didn't want the journey to end as I loved the banter and bonding between the character.
Max the Wolf is a boy scout who finds himself in the middle of a forest, with no clear idea of how he got there, or of anything that has happened to him in the recent past. As he starts exploring his surroundings, he meets a talking badger named Banderbrock, who has also just found himself in the unfamiliar forest. The two are later joined by McTavish the Monster (actually a fierce barn cat) and Sheriff Walden, an easygoing black bear. They are pursued by the Blue Cutters, a mysterious group that seems intent upon harming newcomers to the woods, and the four friends must make for a sanctuary where they can find safety and answers to their questions.This was a fun book, and I did enjoy it. However, I had a few problems with it. There were a couple of instances where the writing stumbled -- a character would do or say something, and then do or say the opposite a moment later, with no stated reason for the change. Also, while I liked the solution to the mystery of why Max and his friends were in the forest, I found the very end of the story strange and unsatisfactory. One more nit-picky detail: the narrator establishes early on that the story is set in the autumn (and the action takes place within the space of a couple months at most), but there's also a reference to cottonwood "snow" and the group finding strawberries to eat -- both of those things usually happen in early summer, months before the stated time of the book. Sure, it's fantasy . . . but it took me out of the story. And, apart from the talking beasts and other colorful characters, the world of the story is supposed to be similar to our own, with the same sorts of plants and wildlife -- so, strawberries in September break the stated "rules" of the book. Despite my little quibbles with the book, I would recommend it to readers who enjoy this sort of adventure story and find the description appealing. The bad guys are well-done, and the mystery, while not constantly at the forefront, makes a good explanation in the end for some of the things that seem puzzling throughout.
The characters were great and seemed very familiar and relatable making the book personal, and about 1/2 way through I had to finish it and could not put it down. I am rarely surprised by books and this one took longer to figure out, which I was thrilled with. I really enjoyed this book and would buy it an recommend it to friends. This book is not your typical kids book and I would recommend it be for young adults instead, because there is a lot in this book that could be scary or need explanation. However, it is full of foreshadowing, symbolism and other great literary elements.
"Down the Mysterly River" is an excellent young adult fantasy with compelling and memorable characters. It is full of surprises and riveting action, with an ending that will make the more philosophical in the audience sit up and think.I was occasionally surprised by the brutality of the events depicted in the book, both on a physical and an emotional level. That's why this book is not for children. It is for young adults, and the mythic, fairy-tale aspect should not be confused with suitability for children.The ending did not surprise me, as the seeds had been sown very early on, but I have a feeling that it will surprise its target audience. It covers ground that has been covered before, but few have covered it so well.My only real criticism is that the ending had too much of the "Harry and Dumbledore explain the plot" vibe. For a book full of such action and adventure, a long conversation felt out of character. But follow that with a heartwrenching denouement, and I was left with a very satisfying aftertaste.Recommendation: For mature children or young adults, plus book lovers among adults. For anyone who loves adventure but doesn't mind a bit of philosophy to go with it.
Hardly has Max had a chance to wonder how he comes to be walking down a forest road with great gaps in his memory than he meets a similarly afflicted badger who introduces himself as Banderbrock. With a raffish cat named McTavish and Walden, a peaceable bear, joining along the way, that walk soon turns into a flight ahead of a large company of dedicated men and women armed with special swords that can surgically remove troublesome personal characteristics like independence and creativity. A unique adventure for voracious readers.
Fantasies for young readers are almost always a joy to read. I'm no sure what it is about such books. Maybe it's to do with the whimsical style -- of which Down the Mysterly River has plenty -- or the adventures -- ditto. Or maybe there's something else I haven't discovered yet. In any case, Willingham's children's fantasy, Down the Mysterly River, is an exciting adventure story with a wonderful mixture of fairy tale and detective mystery. Too bad I don't have kids to read this book to...Expert boy scout Max "the Wolf" wakes up in a forest without any idea how he got there -- or any idea where "there" happens to be... Soon Max discovers that this forest is part of a new world, inside of which a group of violent hunters known as the Blue Cutters seek out new lives to trim and prune into their "proper forms." With his new (mysteriously talking) companions -- Banderbrock the warrior badger, Walden the less-than-spectacular-sheriff bear, and McTavish the monstrouscat -- Max sets off on a journey to meet a mysterious wizard and discover why he and his companions have been whisked away to such dangerous world.Down the Mysterly River channels a number of interesting genres. The most obvious is fantasy, which is an unavoidable fact both for the reader and for Max, who has to come to grips with the reality of the world around him. The second is the young detective story, which Willingham brings out through Max via a methodical set of steps of detection. These detective elements are interesting, though I have to admit that they sometimes felt forced. That is until you get to the big reveal, which immediately draws into focus Max as a character and the old-time-children's-story feel he evokes. The same thing can be said about the dialogue, which sometimes seemed too advanced or perfect for a character as young as Max; but once you realize what has been happening throughout the book, you start to understand why Willingham writes dialogue in the way that he does. To be perfectly honesty, young folks are probably not going to notice these issues. With or without the ending, however, the mixture of elements works, in part because it gives Max an enhanced sense of agency in a story that could reduce him to the victim trying to escape an evil that wants to kill him. Having Max attempt to discover "why" things are happening, to put it another way, makes for a story that does more for its reader than provide an extended chase.That said, Willingham's plot and pacing is expertly crafted. The story moves at a good clip and the twists in the story are sure to amuse or shock readers (there are two major twists or revelations, plus a fair deal of minor ones; the ending, however, will blow your mind). Willingham makes a good effort to introduce the genre mixture and Max's character traits without damaging the flow of the adventure story; in many respects, he succeeds. One issue I had with the plot's construction, however, was Willingham's use of non-central POVs to show things the main characters couldn't see. These are fairly minor, and are perhaps more common in literature for young readers than I am I aware, but they can pull you out of the suspense. Regardless, the journey of the main characters is rarely disrupted, moving forward with an even dose of revelation and action.Willingham also succeeds at constructing a cast of sympathetic (or terrifying) characters. Max is a clever young boy who refuses to let the situation get the best of him, but also a boy who has a strong sense of morality -- he's easy to sympathize with as a result. Banderbrock is a warrior with a soft heart who serves as a wonderful companion, and the interactions between the badger and McTavish -- which translate roughly to an animal kingdom version of "I'm tougher than you" -- are amusing. Walden, who is the only actual member of law enforcement in the group (though a bad one), is also lovable as a character, which seems perfect for a bear. And the more y
Just finished today. Is not Bill Willingham's best work, but still a good read. It starts off interesting, turns sluggish and then picks up again. Again not great but still good.
I had purchased this book 3 different times, twice for grandchildren and friends with readers, finally decided to read it myself. Mr. Willing ham tells a fast paced compelling story with several cast members that you grow to want to know more about. Am not a cat person but laughed out loud several times as I read about McTavish the cat and his life observations. This is nice book, quick read, an adult would enjoy if they are young at heart. I would like to read more someday.
This book offers amazing wording vocabulary for any age. Great personification!
Bought this for our 9 year old grandson, but kept it long enough to read it myself first.
Down the Mysterly River is a truly entertaining, adventure story. The characters have so much personality that it really makes it a fun read. That being said I did have a few issues with the book. The mystery of the Mysterly River was crystal clear from the get go. The book is a middle aged book, so that may explain the obviousness of the mystery. Also the author has written a series of graphic novels called Fables. These books follow of the lives of fairy tale characters in modern New York City. It almost felt like someone had read Fables and said 'this would be great if it was for the kids' and then Down the Mysterly River came into being. The story of Mysterly River seemed like a riff on one of the Fables story arcs. The writing and characters push past those problems to make this an enjoyable book. Reviewed by Chris for Book Sake.
When Max the Wolf - who isn't really a wolf, but a boy - finds himself in a strange forest with talking animals he is surprised, to say the least. When Max and his new friends run into some strange men who seem to know them and who are trying to capture them, they are a bit confused. In this strange new world these fugitives band together to escape detection and to figure out the mystery of where they are, and why they are where they are. This story, though aimed for middle-graders, will charm almost anyone. Very reminiscent of stories I've read as a child, Bill Willingham takes you on an adventure you won't soon forget. Max and his friends, Walden the Bear, Banderbrock the Badger and McTavish the Cat (sort of), are all interesting and very solid characters. The book mostly follows them, but every now and then it takes a peek at what's happening with the Blue Cutters and the mysterious Man in Green. Bill Willingham drops a lot of clues as to where Max and his friends are and what they are doing there. Enough to leave you guessing, or to allow a better detective to figure out the mystery, which is tied up very nicely at the end of the story. He has a very descriptive writing style that allows the reader to see the characters as they race through the forest. He also does a good job at giving the reader just enough to leave you intrigued while not exactly giving away the ending. I want to say I figured it out, and in a way I did, but only a tiny part. I absolutely enjoyed the ending, he definitely pulled the wool over my eyes.
Boy Scout Max "the Wolf" excels at being prepared for anything. So he is confused with finding himself waking on a road in a forest when he cannot recall how he arrived at his present location or where the path leads to. His journey goes from odd to bizarre when he encounters Banderbrock the badger who can communicate with him and is as bewildered as Max is for the same reasons. They are joined by the equally perplexed McTavish the cat and Walden the bear. As the foursome leisurely walk, talk, and argue the Blue Cutters stalk the quartet. These hunters change the essence of beings to make them conform to their notion of literally a narrow society. Only the wizard can keep them from being altered, but Max fears this mage who is the keeper of the sacred script in which he may swiftly delete the Boy Scout from solving mysteries. Down the Mysterly River is an entertaining metafiction fantasy that targets middle school students, but adult fans of Jasper Fforde's Thursday's Next saga will enjoy it too. The illustrations by Mark Buckingham enhance the entertaining story line as Bill Willingham provides an engaging complex thriller. Harriet Klausner
This was honestly one of the most boring books that I have ever read. It takes forever to get to get to a part when anything exciting ever happens, which is never. Even without the boring factor, there are many misspellings, senctence errors, and just wierdly writen paragraphs. Over all, I believe that you should save your money and time and go watch some Doctor Who.
I want to know what the book is about in four sentences.