Jack: The True Story of Jack and the Beanstalk

Jack: The True Story of Jack and the Beanstalk

by Liesl Shurtliff


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Jack: The True Story of Jack and the Beanstalk by Liesl Shurtliff

Fairy tale fans will give a GIANT cheer for this funny retelling of Jack and the Beanstalk from the New York Times Bestselling author of Rump and Red!

All his life, Jack has longed for an adventure, so when giants turn up in the neighbor's cabbage patch, he is thrilled! Soon Jack is chasing them to a land beyond the clouds, with his little sister, Annabella, in tow. The kingdom of giants is full of super-sized fun: puddings to swim in, spoons to use as catapults, monster toads to carry off pesky little sisters. . . .
      But Jack and Annabella are on a mission. The king of the giants has taken something that belongs to them, and they’ll do anything—even dive into a smelly tureen of green bean soup—to get it back.

“Liesl Shurtliff has the uncanny ability to make magical worlds feel utterly real, and the best part is: you don’t even need a beanstalk to visit them.” —Tim Federle, author of Better Nate than Ever

"A delightful story of family, perseverance, and courage." —Booklist

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780385755795
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 04/14/2015
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 178,913
Product dimensions: 5.90(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.20(d)
Lexile: 670L (what's this?)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Liesl Shurtliff was born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. Just like Jack, she was made to do lots of yard work, pulling weeds and growing green stuff she did not want to eat. These days, she dearly loves her local farmers’ market and always makes her kids eat the green stuff.
Before she became a writer, Liesl graduated from Brigham Young University with a degree in music, dance, and theater. Her first three books, Rump, Jack and Red are all New York Times bestsellers and Rump was named to over two dozen state award lists and won an ILA Children’s Book Award. She lives in Chicago with her family, where she continues to spin fairy tales.

Visit her at lieslshurtliff.com

Read an Excerpt

When I was born, Papa named me after my great-great-great-great-great-great-GREAT-grandfather, who, legend had it, conquered nine giants and married the daughter of a duke. Mama said this was all hogwash. Firstly, there was no such thing as giants. Wouldn’t we see such large creatures if they really existed? And secondly, we had no relation to any duke--if we did, we’d be rich and living on a grand estate. Instead, we were poor as dirt and lived in a tiny house on a small farm in a little village. Nothing great or giant about it.

But Papa wasn’t concerned with the details. He believed there was greatness in that name, and if he gave it to me, somehow the greatness would sink into my bones.

“We’ll name him Jack,” Papa said. “He’ll be great.”

“If you say so,” said Mama. She was a practical woman and not particular with names. All she needed was a word to call me to supper, or deliver a scolding. I got my first scolding before my first supper, just after birth, for as soon as Papa pronounced my name, I sprang a sharp tooth, and bit my mother.

“Ouch!” Mama cried. “You naughty boy!” It was something she would call me more often than Jack.

Papa had the nerve to laugh. “Oh, Alice, he’s just a baby. He doesn’t know any better.”

But Mama believed I did know better. To her, that bite was a little omen of what was to come, like a sprinkle before the downpour, a buzz before the sting, or the onset of an itch before you realize you’re covered in poison ivy.

Maybe I was born to be great, but great at what?

At five months old, I learned to crawl. I was fast as a cockroach, Papa said. One minute I was by Mama’s skirts, and the next I was in the pigsty, rolling around in the muck and slops. Mama said she had to bathe me twice a day just to keep me from turning into a real pig.

I learned to walk before my first year, and by my second I took to climbing. I climbed chairs and tables, the woodpile, trees. Once Mama found me on the roof, and snatched me up before I slid down the chimney into a blazing fire.

“Such a naughty boy,” said Mama.

“He’s just a boy,” said Papa.

But I didn’t want to be “just a boy.” I wanted to be great.

At night, Papa would tell stories of Grandpa Jack: how he’d chop off giants’ heads and steal all their treasure and rescue the innocents. I knew if I was going to be great, I’d have to go on a noble quest and conquer a giant--or nine--just like my seven-greats-grandpa Jack.

There was only one problem. I’d never seen a giant in all my twelve years.

“Stop staring at the sky, Jack,” said Papa. “The work’s down here.”

It was harvesttime, same as every year. Work, work, work. Boring, boring, boring. And after the work was done, we were still poor as dirt.

Papa whistled a merry tune as he cut the wheat. I grumbled as I gathered it up in a bundle and tied it around the middle. We did this over and over, until we’d made a pile as tall as Papa. I thought we’d be nearly done, but when I looked up, I saw acres of uncut wheat. “Snakes and toads.” I grumbled. How I hated the sight.

“Ain’t she the prettiest sight you ever saw?” Papa called the land she, like a lady he was trying to woo. Most of the time it seemed like the land just spat in Papa’s face, but he was ever faithful. Papa loved the land.

Me? I could live without it. I preferred a sword to a scythe, and a noble steed to a cow. I’d go on a quest to fight giants and get gold and riches. Then I’d never have to milk another cow or harvest a crop on a hot day.

I looked toward the house, where Mama was hanging the wash on the line. Annabella was flitting around her like a butterfly, her braids bouncing on her shoulders, not a care in the world, until . . .

“Eeeeaak!” Annabella screamed, and frantically shook her apron. A fat grasshopper flew out and disappeared into the tall grass.

I stifled a laugh. Annabella is my sister, four years younger. I guess when I hit three or so, Mama decided I was a lost cause and tried again, taking every precaution to do things differently. So firstly, she had a girl, and secondly, she didn’t allow Papa to name her or make any declarations of greatness. She was Mama’s sweet girl.

I remember seeing Annabella for the first time after she was born, all pink and bald and toothless. Mama cooed at her like she’d finally gotten what she always wanted. A boring lump that didn’t bite or even move.

“Back to work, Jack,” said Papa.

I sighed. Papa cut and I gathered and tied. Work, work, work. Boring, boring, boring. I considered feigning illness so I could take a break.

But what luck! Someone else disrupted the work for me. Mama was walking toward us now. Annabella bounced at her side, and on the other side was our nearest neighbor, but certainly not our dearest friend, Miss Lettie Nettle.

She looked none too pleased at this moment. Her eyebrows were pushed together, and the folds around her mouth hung down around her chin like one of those sad-faced hounds, only she was an angry hound. She glared right at me. Mama anxiously twisted her apron in her hands.

I scratched my head and scoured my brain. Had I pulled any pranks on Miss Lettie lately? I didn’t think so. . . .

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Jack: The True Story of Jack and the Beanstalk 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Walks into open area. Thinks to self. Thia is the perfect place to set up a camp.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This boois like rump. I love and at EVERY CHAPTER there is a cliff hanger. Its so fun to read and you never want too stop reading after you start.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is like a Part Two for the story of Jack and the beanstalk. There are places that seem to drag, but really it is pulling you along to read more. Just like waiting for a plant to grow from a seedling, you have to watch and wait, then wah-lah!!! A great story blossoms!
catloverAD More than 1 year ago
Being a big fan of the ‘old’ style fables and tales, I thought this was a great blend of the story Jack and the Beanstalk and Jack: The Giant Slayer. Jack wants to be the hero he believes he was born to be. But things just don’t work out quite the way he expects them to. A world much greater and bigger, than originally told or foreseen, Jack meets a great many obstacles during this adventurous tale. Many great lessons are to be learned from this fantastic retelling of an old time favorite. Five stars all the way and I will buy this book as a gift for my grandkids as well. Loved it!! ARC for NetGalley and Random House Childrens!
PiratesLibrary More than 1 year ago
Jack is Liesl Shurtliff's second book of True Story Fairy Tales, and it does not disappoint! Jack, the great grandson of many Jack's before him has always read story's of his Great-great-great ...a lot of great's before him, grandfather's legend. Jack being the great grandson of Jack the Giant Slayer has always dreamed of grand tales of Giant adventures. Jack has prepared himself with catchy phrases, and his sling shot just in case the fowl beasts decide to invade his fair land again. In the middle of the night cabbages go missing. Jack not always being an honest boy is blamed for the disappearance of the cabbages. Jack doing no such thing, knows it has to be Giants! When someone dear is taken from Jack he must venture into the land of Giants to bring them back. Here Jack meets new friends and learns new meanings of life. This is a fun retelling of Jack and the Bean stalk, with a surprise ending and lots of laughs along the way. If riding giant mice is not exciting enough for you, there is always almost getting eaten! Jack is a witty boy and a little cunning at that! Join Jack as he goes on his Giant adventure! Thank you netgally!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago