Reaching for her dream, Limpy unleashes a cute, fluffy, nightmare ...
Keep in a cold, dark place. That's what's written like some ancient law on every bag of potatoes the family farms. And it's where Limpy fears she will always remain. It's also carved on a box of spheres she discovers in the cellar. Spheres that hatch. Cute at first, the creatures begin to grow. Then the chickens disappear. The cat is hunted. And something sets the barn ablaze.
To survive, Limpy will need to face her greatest fear. The whole family will. Or they may end up in a cold, dark place indeed.
|Publisher:||Michael F. Stewart|
|Product dimensions:||5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.50(d)|
About the Author
He likes to combine storytelling with technology and pioneered interactive storytelling with Scholastic Canada, Australia and New Zealand's, anti-cyberbullying program Bully For You. He has authored four graphic novels with Oxford University Press Canada's award winning Boldprint series. Publications of nonfiction titles on Corruption and Children's Rights published by Scholastic Education as well as early readers and three forthcoming novellas with Pearson.
Herder of four daughters, Michael lives to write in Ottawa where he was the Ottawa Public Library's first Writer in Residence and runs free writing workshops.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The cover for Keep In A Cold Dark Place by Michael F Stewart is sooo good, I knew I had to read this. I immediately thought of Gremlins and figured I was in for one hell of an adventure…and I was right. Limpy is a poor young girl with large dreams. I get very angry over the way most people treat her. It takes all kinds to make up this world, and she does more than her fair share. Here dead mother haunts her thoughts. She is devoted to her family and her art. Her creativity and originality would probably make her millions in the read world. BUT…there are no monsters in the real world…are there? I was pleasantly surprised at what the monsters are and don’t want to spoil it, so I’m not going to tell you. For all you horror lovers, you DO want to know. I mean, just the title, Keep In A Cold Dark Place, is ominous, telling us there will be death and mayhem between ‘the pages’. Michael F Stewart did a fabulous job with the writing and world he created. I felt anger and fear, worry and hope, and I was pretty sure the humans would prevail. I just wasn’t sure what humans would be left standing. Lots of action and suspense kept me reading this cute and terrifying coming of age horror tale for Limpy and her family, friends and neighbors. I voluntarily reviewed a free copy of Keep In A Cold Dark Place by Michael F Stewart.
I can’t resist a good horror tale, and I very much enjoy ones spun for kids. I sure wish there had been more like this when I was young. But, you’re never too old to enjoy a gem like this. Being a sweet, kind-hearted lass, Limpy doesn’t know any better when she places the box of eggs she discovered in the sun to warm. When one of the eggs hatches and out pops a cute little critter, she’s overjoyed. But then another egg hatches, and another. And what started as a kind act turns into horror. Picturing what hatches from one of the eggs, I immediately thought of an evil Tribble or, if you’ve seen Critters, one of those rolling furry things with the sharp pointy teeth. But that’s just when it and it’s litter mates first get started. They eat. They grow. They change. And they are always hungry, always eating. And they don’t discriminate. From produce to living things, such as, perhaps, a cat, it all looks good to them. What could be next? Maybe a human child? Or an adult? That’s more food. I ate this story up faster than you can say Keep In A Cold Dark Place. There’s a sense of foreboding right from the start. Limpy is a delightful and resourceful young girl. The creatures are cute, then not so cute. And the writing flows nicely, the author keeping the atmosphere building and the tension high. A scary good story for young lovers of horror and us older fans of things that go bump in the night. Thanks so much to Netgalley, the publisher and the author for a complimentary copy. My review is voluntarily given.
**This book was reviewed via XPresso Blog Tours** We shape our own worst nightmares, and so we hold the key to their banishment. Sometimes the things we fear the most need never be feared at all. Stewart's Keep in a Cold, Dark Place is a witty commentary on fear, and how we often let it get the better of us. Ignore your fears at your own peril, for ignored and neglected fears can turn into raging monsters that overtake your life. Limpy lives in a rather provincial town, a village really, on a potato farm with her father and two brothers. Day in and day out, Limpy’s life revolves around potatoes, though as the youngest, she is still allowed to attend school. For now. But Limpy has bigger dreams than slaving on a farm the rest of her life. She wants to attend Hillcrest, on an art scholarship, and when we meet her, she is in the library working on her submission for the scholarship- a beautiful tapestry of the town. Unbeknownst to Limpy, as her fears and frustration grow, they are being given shape and form. After being assigned the back-breaking work of shifting all the bagged potatoes from one side of the root cellar to the other as punishment for not being home in time to fix dinner, Limpy uncovers a box buried for who knows how long. Inside are beautiful jewel-coloured eggs, unlike anything Limpy has ever seen. And one is ready to hatch. Limpy's new pet is the key to a curse, and the key to her salvation. I devoured this book in a day. I love that a more unusual legend plays a part in this story. I won't give it away, but I found it delightfully refreshing. I love finding stories that tap into the strange and unusual. This is a story about fear, and how we ourselves hold the key to taming ours. If we do not face them, and learn from them, our fears can overwhelm us. They can get us into trouble, they can paralyse us, and they can keep us from a full productive life, but kept in check, our fears can help us grow. Each member of Limpy’s rather dysfunctional family (they keep an effigy of her mother, who died giving birth to her, in a separate room...) must enter the Underworld of the root cellar and face their Shadow, in the form of the mysterious eggs. Every person must face their own Shadow, the hidden parts of themselves, at some point or another. Every time we ignore our Shadows, we allow them to rampage through our lives. Meeting them face to face, we bring ourselves into greater harmony, and our Shadows stay in the background, present but sleeping, so long as they are acknowledged. Highly recommended