The Hound of Rowan (The Tapestry Series #1)

The Hound of Rowan (The Tapestry Series #1)

by Henry H. Neff

Paperback(Reissue)

$8.99
View All Available Formats & Editions
Choose Expedited Shipping at checkout for guaranteed delivery by Friday, July 26

Overview

An imaginative fantasy adventure full of magic, mythology, brilliant new friends, and deadly new enemies . . .

Twelve-year-old Max McDaniels lives a quiet life in the suburbs of Chicago—until the day he stumbles upon a mysterious Celtic tapestry. Many strange people are interested in Max and his tapestry, and his discovery will lead him to Rowan Academy, a secret school where great things await him.

But dark things are waiting, too. When Max learns that priceless artworks and other gifted children are disappearing from around the globe, he finds himself in the crossfire of an ancient struggle between good and evil.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780375838958
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 09/23/2008
Series: Tapestry Series , #1
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 154,321
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 7.50(h) x 1.20(d)
Lexile: 810L (what's this?)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Henry H. Neff was a successful business consultant in the Chicago area until the day he quit his job and moved out west to pursue his dreams. The Hound of Rowan is his first book. He lives in San Francisco, California.

Read an Excerpt

~ 1 ~

The Boy, the Train, and the Tapestry

Max McDaniels pressed his forehead against the train window and watched storm clouds race across the yellow sky. With a soft patter, rain began to streak the glass, and the sky darkened to a bruise. Fogging the window, Max blinked at his own watery reflection in the glass. It blinked back at him: a dark-eyed boy with wavy black hair and his mother’s sharp cheekbones.

His father’s voice rumbled beside him, and Max turned in his seat.

“Which do you like better?” his father asked with an enthusiastic grin. He held a pair of glossy advertisements between his thick fingers. Max looked at the ads, his gaze settling on the image of an elegant woman at a kitchen sink, her head thrown back in amusement.

“Not that one,” he said. “It’s way too cheesy.”

Mr. McDaniels’s broad, smiling face drooped. Big as a bear, Max’s father had pale blue eyes and a deep, dimpled chin.

“It’s not cheesy,” he protested, squinting at the ad and smoothing his tuft of thinning brown hair. “What’s cheesy about it?”

“Nobody’s that happy doing dishes,” said Max, pointing at the beaming woman up to her elbows in suds. “And nobody does the dishes in a fancy dress—”

“But that’s the whole point!” interrupted his father, waving the flimsy ad about. “Ambrosia is the first ‘ultra-premium’ dish soap! A heavenly lather that’s soft enough for the tub, but still has muscle for the toughest—”

Max flushed. “Dad . . .”

Mr. McDaniels paused long enough to see the other passengers glancing curiously at them. With a snort, he slipped the ads back inside his raincoat as the train came to a temporary stop on the outskirts of the city.

“It’s not so bad,” Max reassured him. “Maybe you could just make her smile a little less toothy.”

Mr. McDaniels chuckled and promptly slid his ample bottom across the seat to squish his son. Max elbowed back as more people crowded onto the train, collapsing umbrellas and shaking the wet hair from their eyes.

Thunder shook the car and the train started to move again. The passengers shrieked and laughed as the cabin went dark. Max squeezed his father’s arm, and the train’s yellow lights flickered slowly back to life. The rain fell harder now as they neared Chicago, a looming backdrop of steel and brick set in stark relief against the summer storm.

Max was still grinning when he saw the man.

He was sitting across the aisle in the row behind them, pale and unkempt, with short black hair still damp from the rain. He appeared exhausted; his eyelids fluttered as he slouched low in his dirty coat and mouthed silent words against the window.

Max turned away for a moment, swiveling for a better look. He caught his breath.

The man was staring at him.

He sat perfectly still as he focused on Max with a startling pair of mismatched eyes. While one eye was green, the other gleamed as wet and white as a peeled egg. Max stared back at it, transfixed. It looked to be a blind, dead thing—a thing of nightmares.

But Max knew somehow that this eye was not blind or dead. He knew he was being studied by it—appraised in the way his mother used to examine a glass of wine or an old photograph. Holding Max’s gaze, the man eased his head up off the glass and shifted his weight toward the aisle.

The train entered a tunnel, and the car went dark. A spasm of fear overcame Max. He buried his face in his father’s warm coat. Mr. McDaniels grunted and dropped several product brochures onto the floor. The train eased to a stop, and Max heard his father’s voice.

“You falling asleep on me, Max? Get your things together—we’re here, kiddo.”

Max looked up to find the car was light and passengers were shuffling toward the exits. His eyes darted from face to face. The strange man was nowhere to be seen. Flushed, Max gathered his umbrella and sketchbook and hurried out after his father.

The station was crowded with people milling to and from platforms. Voices droned over loudspeakers; weekend shoppers scurried about with bags and children in tow. Mr. McDaniels steered Max down the escalator toward the exits. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still threatening and newspapers eddied about the street in sudden fits of flight. Arriving at a line of yellow taxis, Mr. McDaniels opened the door to one and stood aside to let Max scoot across the long vinyl seat.

“The Art Institute, please,” said his father.

Max craned his neck, straining to glimpse the tops of the skyscrapers as the cab headed east toward the lake.

“Dad,” said Max. “Did you see that man on the train?”

“Which man?”

“He was sitting across the aisle in the row behind us,” Max said, shuddering.

“No, I don’t think so,” said his father, flicking some lint off his raincoat. “What was so special about him?”

“I don’t know. He was scary-looking and he was staring at me. He looked like he was going to say something or come over right before we went into the tunnel.”

“Well, if he was staring at you, it’s probably because you were staring at him,” said Mr. McDaniels. “You’ll see more kinds of people in the city, Max.”

“I know, Dad, but—”

“You can’t judge a book by its cover, you know.”

“I know, Dad, but—”

“Now, there’s this guy at my office. Young kid, still wet behind the ears. Well, my first day I see this kid at the coffee machine with makeup on his eyes, a harpoon through his nose, and music blaring out of his headphones . . .”

Max looked out the taxi’s window while his father retold a familiar tale. Finally, Max caught a glimpse of what he had been looking for: two bronze lions standing tall and proud as they flanked the museum entrance.

“Dad, there’s the Art Institute.”

“Right you are, right you are. Oh, before I forget,” Mr. McDaniels said, turning to Max with a sad little smile on his broad face. “Thanks for coming with me today, Max. I appreciate it. Your mom appreciates it, too.”

Max offered a solemn nod and gave his dad’s hand a fierce squeeze. The McDanielses had always celebrated Bryn McDaniels’s birthday with a visit to her favorite museum. Despite his mother’s disappearance over two years ago, Max and his father continued the tradition.



Once inside, they asked a young woman with a nametag where they could find some of Bryn McDaniels’s favorite artists. Max listened as his father rattled off the names from a slip of paper: Picasso, Matisse, and van Gogh came handily enough, but he paused when he came to the last.

“Gaw-gin?” he asked, twisting up his face and frowning at the paper.

“Gauguin. He’s a wonderful artist. I think you’ll enjoy his work.” The woman smiled and directed them to a large marble staircase leading to the second floor.

“Your mom sure knows all the names. I’ve got no head for this stuff no matter how many times I come here.” Mr. McDaniels chuckled and smacked Max on the shoulder with the map.

The galleries upstairs were filled with color—great swirls of paint layered thickly on canvas and board. Mr. McDaniels pointed to a large painting of pedestrians on a rainy Paris street.

“That looks a bit like today, eh?”

“The rain does, but to look like him you’d have to add a mustache and top hat,” Max mused, squinting at a figure in the foreground.

“Ugh! I used to have a mustache. Your mother made me shave it when we started dating.”

Some images dominated whole walls, while others nestled in small gilded frames. They spent an hour or so moving from painting to painting, careful to spend extra time at Mrs. McDaniels’s favorites. Max particularly liked a Picasso in which a weathered old man cradled a guitar. He was studying the painting when he heard his father exclaim behind him.

“Bob? Bob Lukens! How are you?”

Max turned to see his father pumping the arm of a thin, middle-aged man in a black sweater. A woman accompanied him, and the two were offering hesitant smiles as Mr. McDaniels cornered them.

“Hello, Scott. Nice to see you,” the man said politely. “Honey, this is Scott McDaniels. He works on the Bedford Bros. account. . . .”

“Oh, what a nice surprise. Pleased to meet you, Scott.”

“They’ll change the way you think about soup!” Mr. McDaniels boomed, shooting a finger toward the ceiling.

Mrs. Lukens gave a start and dropped her purse.

“Imagine a wintry day,” Mr. McDaniels continued, bending over to retrieve her things while she retreated a step behind her husband. “Your nose is running, the wind is blowing, and all you’ve got to warm your tummy is a can of boring old soup in the pantry. Well, no soup is boring with Bedford Bros. Crispy Soup Wafers! Their snappy shapes and crisp crunch will jazz that soup right up and make your taste buds salute!”

Mr. McDaniels raised a hand to his forehead and stood at dutiful attention. Max wanted to go home.

Mr. Lukens chuckled. “Did I mention that Scott’s a fanatic, honey?”

Mrs. Lukens ventured a smile as Mr. McDaniels shook her hand, then turned to Max.

“Max, I’d like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Lukens. Mr. Lukens runs my agency—the big boss. Max and I are here to get a shot of culture, eh?”

Max smiled nervously and extended his hand to Mr. Lukens, who gave it a warm shake.

“Pleased to meet you, Max. Good to see a young man pulling himself away from video games and MTV! See anything you like?”

“I like this Picasso,” said Max.

“I’ve always liked that one myself. You’ve got a good eye. . . .” Mr. Lukens patted him on the shoulder and turned back to Mr. McDaniels. “I’d ask you to compare it with a favorite of mine, but unfortunately it’s gone.”

“What do you mean?” asked Mr. McDaniels.

“It was one of the three paintings stolen from here last week,” said Mr. Lukens, frowning. “The papers say there were two more stolen from the Prado just last night.”

“Oh,” said Mr. McDaniels. “That’s terrible.”

“It is terrible,” said Mr. Lukens conclusively, glancing again at Max. “Say, bring Max by the office sometime, Scott. I’ve got a print of my missing favorite and we’ll see if Rembrandt can trump Picasso!”

“Will do, will do,” said Mr. McDaniels, chuckling and kneeling down to Max’s height.

“Hey, sport,” he said with a wink. “Dad’s got to talk a bit of shop, and I don’t want to bore you to tears. How ’bout you go sketch some of those tin suits you and your mom used to draw? I’ll meet you down at the bookstore in half an hour. Okay?”

Max nodded and said good-bye to the Lukenses, who promptly shrank before the wildly gesticulating form of Scott McDaniels. Max clutched his sketchbook and pencil and stalked down the hall, silently seething that his dad never passed up an opportunity to talk business, even on his mother’s special day.



The armor gallery was darker than the others, its artifacts glinting softly from behind clean glass. There were fewer people here, and Max was happy for the opportunity to sketch in relative peace and quiet. He strolled along a velvet rope, stopping to examine a crossbow here, a chalice there. The walls were arrayed with all manner of weapons: black iron maces, broad-bladed axes, and towering swords. He paused before a stand of ceremonial halberds before spying just the right subject to sketch.

The suit of armor was enormous. It dwarfed its neighbors on either side, gleaming bright silver inside its broad glass case. Max moved around to the other side, tilting his head up for a better view of the helmet. Several minutes later, he had roughed the basic figure onto the page.

As Max struggled to draw the elaborate breastplate, a commotion at the far end of the hall grabbed his attention. Max peered through the glass case and immediately caught his breath.

The man from the train was here.

Max lowered himself to a crouch and watched as the man towered over the guard at the gallery entrance. He made quick, chopping gestures with his hand. The motions became faster as the volume of his voice rose.

“This tall,” he spat in an Eastern European accent. He held his hand flat to approximate Max’s height. “A black-haired boy about twelve, carrying a sketchbook.”

The guard was backed against the doorway, looking the man up and down. He began to reach for his radio. But then the strange man leaned in close and hissed something Max could not hear. Inexplicably, the guard nodded and hooked a fat thumb over his shoulder toward the suits of armor where Max was hiding.

Frantic, Max scanned his surroundings and noticed a dark doorway directly to his right. A velvet rope hung across it along with a sign that read under repair: please keep out.

Ignoring the sign, Max ducked beneath the rope and melted around the corner. He stood rigid against the wall and waited for his hiding place to be discovered. Nothing happened. It was several long seconds before Max realized that he had left his sketchbook in the other gallery. A wave of panic crashed over him; surely the man would see it and guess where Max had hidden.

A minute passed, followed by another, and another. Max heard the footsteps and casual conversation of people strolling past the doorway. He peered around the corner. The man was gone—along with Max’s sketchbook. Sinking slowly to the floor, Max pictured his name and address penciled neatly on the inside cover. He lifted his head and cast a hopeless glance at the room that had hidden him.

It was surprisingly small for a gallery. The air was musty, and the room had a soft amber glow. The sole object within it was a ragged tapestry that hung on the opposite wall. Max blinked. As strange as it seemed, the dim light was radiating from the tapestry itself. He moved closer.

The tapestry was an ancient thing. Sun and centuries had sapped its color until all that remained were splotched and faded bands of ochre. As he got closer, however, Max noticed faint hints and undercurrents of color submerged beneath its dull, rough surface.

His stomach began to tingle as though he’d swallowed a handful of bees. The little hairs on his arm rose one by one, and Max stood still, breathing hard.

Twang!

A single thread burst into bright gold. Max yelped and jumped backward. The thread flashed like fire, as fine and delicate as spider silk. It vibrated like a harp string, issuing a single musical note that reverberated throughout the gallery before fading to silence. Max glanced back at the doorway. Patrons continued to stroll by, but they seemed far away and oblivious to the small gallery, its lone occupant, and the strange tapestry.

More threads came to life, plucked from their slumber in a rising chorus of light and music. Some arrived individually, in a sudden snap of light and sound; others emerged together in woven harmonies of silver, green, and gold. To Max, it seemed he had dusted off an alien instrument that now resumed a strange and forgotten song. The song became richer. When the last thread sang into being, Max gave a sudden gasp of pain. The pain was sharper than a stitch and was caused by something deep within him.

That something had been with Max ever since he could remember. It was a lurking presence, huge and wild, and Max was afraid of it. Throughout his life he had fought with great difficulty to keep it walled within him The struggles caused headaches, including unbearable stretches that lasted for days. Max knew those days were over as he felt the presence burst free. Unfettered at last, it glided slowly through his consciousness before sounding deep within his being to stir the silt.

The pain subsided. Max took a deep breath while tears ran free in warm little rivers down his face. He brushed the tapestry’s woven surface with his fingers.

The light and colors shifted to form golden, interlacing patterns that framed three strange, glowing words near the top.

Táin Bó Cuailnge

Centered below these words was the beautifully woven image of a bull in a pasture surrounded by dozens of sleeping warriors. A host of armed men were approaching from the right; a trio of black birds wheeled in the sky above. Overlooking the scene from a nearby hill was the silhouette of a tall man clutching a spear.

Max’s eyes swept over the picture, but they always returned to the dark figure on the hill. Slowly, the tapestry’s light grew brighter; its images trembled and danced behind shimmering waves of heat. With a rising cacophony of sound, the tapestry erupted with radiance so hot and bright Max feared it would consume him.

“Max! Max McDaniels!”

The room was dark once again. The tapestry hung against the wall, dull and ugly and still. Max backed away, confused and frightened, and crossed the velvet rope into the medieval gallery.

He saw his father’s hulking figure alongside two security guards at the far end of the gallery. Max called out. At the sound of Max’s voice, Mr. McDaniels raced toward his son.

“Oh, thank God! Thank God!” Mr. McDaniels wiped away tears as he stooped to smother Max in the folds of his coat. “Max, where on earth have you been? I’ve been looking for you for the last two hours!”

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Max said, baffled. “I’m okay. I was just in that other room, but I haven’t been gone more than twenty minutes.”

“What are you talking about? What other room?” Mr. McDaniels’s voice quavered as he peered over Max’s shoulder.

“The one that’s under repair,” replied Max, turning to point out the sign. He stopped, began to speak, and stopped again. There was no doorway, no sign, and no velvet rope.

Mr. McDaniels turned to the two guards, offering each a firm handshake. As the guards moved beyond earshot, Mr. McDaniels kneeled to Max’s height. His eyes were puffed and searching.

“Max, be honest with me. Where have you been for the last two hours?”

Max took a deep breath. “I was in a room off this gallery. Dad, I swear to you I didn’t think I was in there very long.”

“Where was this room?” asked Mr. McDaniels as he unfolded the museum map.

Max felt sick.

The room with the tapestry was simply not on the map.

“Max . . . I’m going to ask you this one time and one time only. Are you lying to me?”

Max stared hard at his shoes. Raising his eyes to his father’s, he heard his own voice, soft and trembling.

“No, Dad. I’m not lying to you.”

Before Max had finished the sentence, his father was pulling him briskly toward the exit. Several girls his age giggled and whispered as Max was dragged, feet shuffling and head bowed, out the museum entrance and down the steps.

The only sounds during the cab ride to the train station came from Mr. McDaniels thumbing rapidly through his pamphlets. Max noticed some were upside down or backward. The rain and wind were picking up again as the cab slowed to a halt near the train station.

“Make sure you’ve got your things,” sighed Mr. McDaniels, exiting the other side. He sounded tired and sad. Max drooped and thought better of sharing the fact that he had also lost his sketchbook.

Once on the train, the pair slid heavily into a padded booth. Mr. McDaniels handed his return ticket to the conductor, then leaned back and closed his eyes. The conductor turned to Max.

“Ticket, please.”

“Oh, I’ve got it right here,” Max muttered absentmindedly. He reached into his pocket, but procured a small envelope instead. The sight of his name scripted clearly on the envelope made him pause.

Confused, Max retrieved the ticket from his other pocket and gave it to the conductor. Glancing to confirm that his father was still resting, Max then looked over the envelope. In the warm yellow light it appeared buttery, its heavy paper folds converging to pleasing corners. He turned the envelope over and examined the silky navy script.

Mr. Max McDaniels

His father now breathing heavily, Max ran his finger along the envelope’s flap. Inside was a folded letter.

Dear Mr. McDaniels,

Our records indicate that you registered as a Potential this afternoon at 3:37 p.m. CST, U.S. Congratulations, Mr. McDaniels—you must be a very remarkable young man, and we look forward to making your acquaintance. One of our regional representatives will be contacting you shortly. Until that time, we would appreciate your absolute silence and utmost discretion in this matter.

Best regards, Gabrielle Richter Executive Director

Max read the note several times before stowing it back in his pocket. He felt utterly drained. He could not guess how the letter had come to be in his possession, much less what a “Potential” was and what it all had to do with him. He could guess it had something to do with the hidden tapestry and the mysterious presence now roaming free within him. Max stared out the window. Brilliant shafts of sunlight chased wispy trails of storm clouds across the western sky. Exhausted, he leaned against his father and drifted off to sleep, his fingers closed tight around the mysterious envelope.

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

“Max’s intelligence and goodhearted nature give the story a solid emotional core even as the surprising twists and turns keep the pages turning. Neff’s first novel is sure to draw many new fans eager to see what happens next.”—VOYA

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See All Customer Reviews

The Hound of Rowan (The Tapestry Series #1) 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 142 reviews.
Lunanshee More than 1 year ago
On the anniversary of his mother's disappearance, Max and his father visit Chicago's museum of modern art, where Max's life is changed forever. In a hidden room Max sees a tapestry that moves to life under his gaze. Max is an Apprentice and is accepted into Rowan Academy, a special boarding school where Apprentices are trained to fight the Enemy. At Rowan, Max learns how to utilize his new found abilities and re-evaluates what he thought he knew about the world and his place in it. A war is coming, the Enemy is on the move, and somehow Max's destiny is tangled up with the future of Rowan and its guardians. Reader's cannot help but compare this book with the Harry Potter series, since it is an adolescent boy who discovers he has magic powers. However, Neff has delivered a superbly crafted, highly imaginative work that only superficially shadows Harry's first adventure. Max and the other characters are well-crafted and the reader is given tantalizing glimpses of the inner workings of various characters throughout the book. Magic is approached in an atypical manner. No wands or magic words, just will and thought and training; which is a nice change of pace. I would recommend this book to readers who enjoy magic and the battle between good and evil. I look forward to Neff's Next novel.
Sensitivemuse More than 1 year ago
It's hard not to compare this with Harry Potter. However the stories are somewhat similar you just can't help it. There are definitely some aspects of the book you often wonder to yourself if you're just reading another version of Harry Potter. However there are some aspects of the book where the similarities end and there is a difference between the two books after all. The storyline is interesting and although it has magical elements and mythology into the plot, there is no hidden magical world. The magic just stays hidden and the faculty of the academy do what they can to cover up chaotic moments with perfect excuses. It does work well and the charade is well played. What I did enjoy is the care of animals which is part of the school curriculum, and when the pairing of the animals to the students was described, I thought that was an interesting read. There was a lot of emphasis and description on the Academy itself - which was nice to read because although it is set in the real world, the school was like a different place altogether. The story also tends to take a little darker turn than usual especially towards the climax of the book. It does get more interesting and the action is well done, the emphasis on Celtic mythology is mentioned and adds a nice little spin to the book. The Prophecy bit is a little tedious and overdone, but is to be expected to keep the series going. The arc with Max's mother is what keeps me curious about this series. There's obviously more to that part and I hope it will tie in nicely as the series progresses. Character-wise, Max was all right. There wasn't anything to dislike about him and his nemesis, Alex is your typical jerk. Max also has his own little circle of friends but neither of them really stood out for me. Although I thought David was rather interesting. Mum and Bob are the ones that stand out the most (the kitchen staff). I thought they provided the comic relief and were a fun read. I also liked the relationship between Max and his father. I thought it was nice to see a parent character play such a main role into the main character's life. It's something I don't usually see in these kinds of novels and it's definitely a nice change to see. So, with this book you'll either like it. Or absolutely hate it. Those that are absolute Harry Potter purists should not read this book. The similarities are VERY close and there are many (quite a lot actually) and reading it would probably make your blood pressure pop. However readers that are looking for something that is similar to the Harry Potter style should pick this book up. It's good enough for me to continue reading this series, however there should be more effort on the author's part to make things different and think of new creative ways to move the plot ahead. It doesn't look good if the book is a total rehash of ideas that have already been thought of.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Looking for a fast-paced, high fantasy adventure? Then, follow Max as he undergoes his first year at Rowan Academy. While studying a tapestry at an art museum, Max has a vision that leads him to a school where students have exceptional gifts. Once there, Max encounters many humorous minor characters, both faculty and students. Meanwhile, he must outwit an archnemesis at school and the Enemy. An engrossing and fun read for fans of Celtic mythology. I couldn't put it down!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am a Die-hard Tapestry fan. Three things are essential in a book 1) Character development- Max progresses and is described in an unimaginable amount of depth. He is a extremely likable character that will keep you rooting for him. 2)World building- The world that the author has created is so incredible, magical and extremely well thought out. Everything about the world he had built makes the story all the more enticing. 3)Interesting Plot- This series has a fantastic overall plot filled with magical creatures, self discovery, and war against demons eventually. I don't even know how else to describe it other than saying it is AMAZING and a must read. Take it from me. I don't like to read. At all. The only kind of books I touch are those involving magic of some sort, I have every single book and would highly recommend it to anyone aged 8 and up. I myself and 14 and believe me, this is not just for 8 year olds. Anyone of any age will enjoy this breathtaking series. :)
Guest More than 1 year ago
Harry Potter is nothing compared to Max McDaniels, the hero in this imaginitive story! I must say that for a first timer, Henry.H.Neff has done an great job writting this book! It has everything, horror, action, mystery, fantasy and even romance! The way it is written is unique and the story itself is something to fall in love with! I truely must say that you HAVE to read this to get a taste of Henry's fantastic writting ability! I can't wait for the next book!
SunnySD on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
If you can overlook the fact that this book revolves around a young boy who unexpectedly discovers that he has special magic abilities and ends up at a secret boarding school with other "Potentials" with various talents. That said school has a unique game (Euclidean soccer), is inhabited by strange and magical creatures, has its own town (with a magical sweetshop), and reshapes itself to the needs of its occupants, it's not a bad story, albeit incredibly derivative (can you say Harry Potter?)There are a few - minor - differences from the Potter books - the Potentials don't use wands or staffs. Max has a living parent (who's a Muggle - sorry, a regular, untalented person). And the mythos of the story seems to be based a bit more in Irish folktales than its inspiration. Oh, and it's set, at least for the most part, in the United States.But aside from those details, it's pretty obvious where the author took his inspiration from. And unfortunately, although it's readable, it's too easy to draw comparisons. Too bad.
tripsis on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a good series to read if you love Harry Potter and find yourself desperate for more. It is definitely not as amazing as Harry Potter, but few things are ;) But it is a good book and certainly worth reading. It follows the same basic story line of boy who doesn't know he's a wizard, a school of magic, a boy who's important, a prophecy, an evil villain, etc.I'll agree with and echo what sensitivemuse said: if you're desperate for more Harry Potter, you'll probably love this book because the two are so similar. If you love Harry Potter and you'd be insulted by something 'copying' it, you'll probably hate this book. There are huuuuuge similarities between this and Harry Potter so decide for yourself if that's something you'd like or hate.
sensitivemuse on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It¿s hard not to compare this with Harry Potter. However the stories are somewhat similar you just can¿t help it. There are definitely some aspects of the book you often wonder to yourself if you¿re just reading another version of Harry Potter. However there are some aspects of the book where the similarities end and there is a difference between the two books after all.The storyline is interesting and although it has magical elements and mythology into the plot, there is no hidden magical world. The magic just stays hidden and the faculty of the academy do what they can to cover up chaotic moments with perfect excuses. It does work well and the charade is well played. What I did enjoy is the care of animals which is part of the school curriculum, and when the pairing of the animals to the students was described, I thought that was an interesting read. There was a lot of emphasis and description on the Academy itself - which was nice to read because although it is set in the real world, the school was like a different place altogether.The story also tends to take a little darker turn than usual especially towards the climax of the book. It does get more interesting and the action is well done, the emphasis on Celtic mythology is mentioned and adds a nice little spin to the book. The Prophecy bit is a little tedious and overdone, but is to be expected to keep the series going. The arc with Max¿s mother is what keeps me curious about this series. There¿s obviously more to that part and I hope it will tie in nicely as the series progresses.Character-wise, Max was all right. There wasn¿t anything to dislike about him and his nemesis, Alex is your typical jerk. Max also has his own little circle of friends but neither of them really stood out for me. Although I thought David was rather interesting. Mum and Bob are the ones that stand out the most (the kitchen staff). I thought they provided the comic relief and were a fun read. I also liked the relationship between Max and his father. I thought it was nice to see a parent character play such a main role into the main character¿s life. It¿s something I don¿t usually see in these kinds of novels and it¿s definitely a nice change to see.So, with this book you¿ll either like it. Or absolutely hate it. Those that are absolute Harry Potter purists should not read this book. The similarities are VERY close and there are many (quite a lot actually) and reading it would probably make your blood pressure pop. However readers that are looking for something that is similar to the Harry Potter style should pick this book up. It¿s good enough for me to continue reading this series, however there should be more effort on the author¿s part to make things different and think of new creative ways to move the plot ahead. It doesn¿t look good if the book is a total rehash of ideas that have already been thought of.
RebeccaS on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Every year on the anniversary of his mother¿s disappearance Max and his father visit the Art Institute of Chicago. Only this year Max¿s life undergoes a dramatic change after a tapestry comes to life under his gaze. He suddenly finds himself accepted into the Rowan Academy, a secret and definitely Hogwarts-like school for children of magical abilities. Though not particularly gifted in more common magical abilities Max does find himself possessing the ability to amplify his own physical capabilities. As he hones this magical ability Max must face his destiny as a leader in the struggle against the evil Astaroth. So this first book was very Harry Potter like, but really there are a ton of book out there that are Harry Potter like (even before Harry Potter!). It wasn't the best book I had ever read, and I didn't love the characters; but it was interesting and I could see kids liking it who enjoy Fantasy novels that have the poor boy becoming great. The second book really stood out in this series, so you really have to read this first book in order to enjoy the second one.
shadrach_anki on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Hound of Rowan is an enjoyable first novel, following in the literary footsteps of many boarding-school stories (magical or otherwise). There are a few rough spots in the writing/storytelling, but overall this is a solid book.
TeenBookReviews on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
On the aniversery of his mother's dissapearence, Max and his father visit Chicago's modern art museum, where Max's life is changed forever. In an hidden room Max sees a tapestry that comes to life under his gaze. Max is an Apprentice and is accepted into Rowan Acadamy, a special boarding school where Apprentices are trained to fight the Enemy. At Rowan, Max learns how to utilize his new found abilities and re-evaluates what he thought he knew about the world and his place in it. A war is coming, the Enemy is on the move and somehoe Max's destiny is tangled up with the furture of Rowan and its guardians. Reader's cannot help but compare this book with the Harry Potter series, since it is a adolescent boy who discovers he has magic powers. However, Neff has delivered a superbly crafted, highly imaginative work that only superficially shadows Harry's first adventure. Max and the other characters are well-crafted and the reader is given tantalizing glimpses of the inner workings of various characters throughout the book. Magic is approached in an atypical manner. No wands or magic words, just will and thought and training, which is a nice change of pace. I would recommend this book to readers who enjoy magic and the battle between good and evil. I look forward to Neff's next novel.
LCourtnier on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A very bad Harry Potter reborn in America copy. Yes there are students. Yes there is a very prestigious school...in New England (It came over from Ireland). Yes there are strange beasts. I'm halfway throught the book and haven't read about hardly any magic. No character development. Max simply does whatever he is told and (surprise surprise!) gets in trouble for it. It's one step above a Harry Potter knock off at least the author moved the setting to another country and the bad wizard are clearly defined as "the enemy".
lunanshee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
On the aniversery of his mother's dissapearence, Max and his father visit Chicago's modern art museum, where Max's life is changed forever. In an hidden room Max sees a tapestry that comes to life under his gaze. Max is an Apprentice and is accepted into Rowan Acadamy, a special boarding school where Apprentices are trained to fight the Enemy. At Rowan, Max learns how to utilize his new found abilities and re-evaluates what he thought he knew about the world and his place in it. A war is coming, the Enemy is on the move and somehoe Max's destiny is tangled up with the furture of Rowan and its guardians. Reader's cannot help but compare this book with the Harry Potter series, since it is a adolescent boy who discovers he has magic powers. However, Neff has delivered a superbly crafted, highly imaginative work that only superficially shadows Harry's first adventure. Max and the other characters are well-crafted and the reader is given tantalizing glimpses of the inner workings of various characters throughout the book. Magic is approached in an atypical manner. No wands or magic words, just will and thought and training, which is a nice change of pace. I would recommend this book to readers who enjoy magic and the battle between good and evil. I look forward to Neff's next novel.
mjsbooks on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Has some of the same elements that made Harry P. so popular: the discovery of hidden magical talents, a special school, and a myriad of diverting characters. If the writing never quite comes to life like the best of this genre, it is still a good new series to recommend.
tapestry100 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In Henry H. Neff's The Hound of Rowan: Book One of the Tapestry, we are introduced to Max McDaniels, a thirteen year old boy who stumbles upon a room in the Chicago Institute of Art where he finds a strange tapestry, whose pictures seem to move and produce music. After discovering the tapestry, he finds a note in his pocket telling him to expect a visitor who happens to work for Rowan Academy, a school that specializes in nurturing the talents of kids with special abilities. Setting aside the inevitable HP comparison, I found myself enjoying this book immensely. The book follows Max's first year at Rowan, where he discovers that he may be in possession of powerful magic. There is a great, ancient evil that was thought destroyed but may not be, and a legion of followers who are working to help the ancient evil regain control. There are several other similarities to HP; Max turns out to be extraordinarily good at the school's chosen sport; he has the possibility of having a huge amount of power at his disposal that he is unaware of; the school becomes his safe haven from the Enemy; the town next door is privy to the secrets of the school, and the students are allowed to spend some of their free time there; there is even a kind-hearted giant who the kids befriend (in this case, a reformed ogre who works in the kitchens); there are some other similarities to HP, but revealing those would give away some of the story. For as much as the book does seem to mirror HP, there are just as many differences within the story to make it stand on its own; Max loves his family and doesn't want to stay at the school; the magic is tied directly to ancient Irish lore rather than a more fabricated background; there is also some science tied in with the magic behind the school, so while I can see where people would jump to the conclusion that Neff is trying to create his own version of HP, I just can't see it that way. He is trying to create a world that is entirely his, and just so happens to be using some of the same techniques that JK Rowling herself borrowed from other stories to create hers; because in all fairness JKR didn't come up with these ideas all on her own. She's just become really famous for it.I'm giving it 4 stars because Neff knows how to move his story along and ties up the plot lines nicely, leaving just enough questions to make the sequel worthwhile. I would like to see fewer plot devices akin to HP; while I understand that it is hard to not compare YA books to HP these days, there did seem to be a few too many similarities. Neff has proven that he can create a world all his own, now I'd like to see him take it further in his own direction.
I_breathe_fantasy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book would have quickly gained favor with me if I had not already read it. Then however, it was called Harry Potter. It comes complete with the school of magic, a group of three freinds, one of which who stars in the popular wizarding sport of the day, and a evil side to magic including a character much like lord Voldemort. There is even a gamekeeper the kids often visit. The only imaginative things in this book were the room the boys slept in and their pets, which are an interesting array of magical creatures that are kept in a pen in the grounds. Past that this is Harry Potter in new clothes. Oh, and welcome back Mr. Parry Otter.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very beautiful and unique I'm not a good viewer but either I think this is great book and hope you can make more like it or even better
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Okay, so I read te whole series but the last book (cant find it anywhere in the library, dont have any money!) At first, I thought it was copied a little of Harry Potter, as lots of you are saying. But I kept an open mind. And at the end of the first book, I knew I would love it. If at first it starts like Harry Potter, just so you know, it goes off in a COMPLETELY different direction afterwards! Things occur that manage to make it unique! I am no spoiler, but just so you know, it's not really a Harry Potter ripoff after all. It uses a lot of Celtic mythology to support it, and whomever said that this was lighter than Harry Potter is WRONG. THIS IS DARKER THAN HARRY POTTER! AND IT GETS EVEN DARKER THAN THAT!!!!!! Bye.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is not a knock off at all unoriganal, it becomes original later
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this series. If you are reading this u should deinitely read the book. I wish more people knew aboit this series though!!!!!!!!!!! No one at school believes me that its really good!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago