The Kneebone Boy

The Kneebone Boy

by Ellen Potter

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ISBN-13: 9780312674328
Publisher: Square Fish
Publication date: 12/20/2011
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 576,696
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.50(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range: 9 - 12 Years

About the Author

Ellen Potter is the author of books including Slob, Pish Posh, and Olivia Kidney. With Anne Mazer she is also the author of Spilling Ink: A Young Writer's Handbook. Potter grew up in a high-rise apartment building in New York City's Upper West Side, where she exercised her early creativity by making up stories about the neighbors she saw on the elevator. When she was 11 years old, she realized all the best books were written for people her age, and so she decided to become a children's book author. She studied creative writing at Binghamton University, and then worked many different jobs while continuing to write. She was a dog groomer, construction worker, art teacher, and waitress. She lives in upstate New York with her husband, son and a motley assortment of badly behaved animals.

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The Kneebone Boy


By Ellen Potter

Feiwel and Friends

Copyright © 2010 Ellen Potter
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-4119-8


CHAPTER 1

In which we meet the Hardscrabbles, unearth a triceratops bone, and begin to like Lucia even more


There were three of them. Otto was the oldest, and the oddest. Then there was Lucia, who wished something interesting would happen. Last of all was Max, who always thought he knew better. They lived in a small town in England called Little Tunks. There is no Big Tunks. One Tunks was more than enough for everyone. It was the most uninteresting town imaginable, except for the fact that the Such Fun Chewing Gum factory was on its west end, so that the air almost always smelled of peppermint. When the wind blew just right you could think you had been sucked down a tube of toothpaste.

I was the one voted to tell this story because I read the most novels, so I know how a story should be told. Plus I'm very observant and have a nice way of putting things; that's what my teacher Mr. Dupuis told me. I can't tell you which Hardscrabble I am — Otto, Lucia, or Max — because I've sworn on pain of torture not to. They said it's because the story belongs to all three of us, and I suppose they're right, but it seems unfair since I'm doing all the work. No one can stop you from guessing though.

The story will begin on a sparkling, sun-drenched afternoon in July. I think that's a good time to start because everything is so nice and pleasant at that time, with flowers blooming and birds singing and all that rubbish. You have to start nice and pleasant before you get to the more heart-thumping bits, in which the weather turns nasty and so do the people. And also, the story actually did start on a sparkling, sun- drenched afternoon in July, so I wouldn't be lying.

On a sparkling, sun-drenched afternoon in July, when the flowers were blooming and the birds were singing, Otto and Lucia were walking home from school arguing about what they were going to do when they grew up.

"We'll open up a tattoo parlour in Little Tunks," Otto said.

"Well, that's fine for you. You'll be the one drawing skeletons and tigers on people's bums," said Lucia, who incidentally looked exactly like her name. If you don't know what I mean, just picture long, thick, black hair that needs loads of shampoo to make a lather; a delicate, proud nose; and beneath two unapologetically thick eyebrows, dark eyes that were endlessly searching for something interesting to happen. If you think she sounds suspiciously heroine-like, be advised that she has flaws. She had a terrible sense of direction, fought quite a lot with Max, and was on the short side.

"I won't tattoo bums," Otto said staunchly.

"You would if someone paid you loads of money," Lucia declared.

"Not even then," he said.

"Well ... you would if the Queen came in and asked to have her bum tattooed," Lucia said, since she hated to lose an argument.

Otto and Lucia both silently contemplated this for a few moments.

"I might," Otto admitted, "just to say that I did."

Here's what Otto looked like, because I know you're going to wonder pretty soon: He was a tall, thin, slippery-jointed thirteen-year-old. His posture was appalling. His shoulders humped and his head drooped down, so that he always looked like he was up to no good. He had shiny, pale blond hair that always swung over his pale blue eyes. Wrapped twice around his neck was a long black cloth scarf embroidered with twisting oak leaves in silver thread. He wore the scarf all the time, in winter and summer. Even to bed. His front tooth was chipped, due to an incident in which he was up to no good.

The other very important thing you should know about Otto is that he didn't speak. I know I've already written that Otto spoke to Lucia, and it's not a lie really. He spoke with his hands, using a sign language that he and Lucia had devised long ago, after he suddenly stopped speaking at the age of eight. Their younger brother, Max, understood quite a bit of it, because he was fairly clever and extremely nosy; their father had tried very hard to decipher it but rarely could. The teachers never understood him at all but they didn't make a fuss over it. Truth be told, they were a little bit afraid of Otto. Most people in Little Tunks were.

From here on in, when I write "Otto said" you'll understand that he was signing the words with his hands. Lucia, on the other hand, usually spoke to him out loud. He could hear perfectly well, after all.

"And anyway," Lucia said, frowning, "what am I supposed to do at the tattoo parlour?"

"You can console the people who are crying and mop up the blood," Otto answered promptly.

"Oh, that's appealing." Lucia puffed out her nostrils. It was a lovely gesture of contempt that she used quite often. "And anyway, I don't think there's much blood involved if you do it properly."

They travelled through the narrow, winding streets, passing the brick terrace houses, the town park with its small pond and its three bad-tempered swans, and the sweet shop, which was owned by the Pakistani man who gave you back your change in little coin towers, the biggest coins on the bottom. Occasionally, they walked by other kids, also on their way home from school. The kids nodded at Otto and Lucia warily, but none of them stopped to toss them a friendly word, or even a filthy one. As a rule, no one in Little Tunks meddled with the Hardscrabble children. This was 75 percent due to the suspicious disappearance of their mother several years before, 20 percent due to the fact that the people in Little Tunks thought that the Hardscrabbles were strange, and 5 percent due to the Hardscrabble children — the two eldest, at least — being happiest in each other's company.

"Well, I say we buy a fully rigged ship and sail around the Pacific Rim. We'll navigate by the Orion constellation, and we'll search for people who've been shipwrecked on islands, then rescue them," Lucia said. (I'm beginning to think that you are pronouncing Lucia's name as though it were Lucy with an a at the end of it. That's wrong. You pronounce it Lu-CHEE-a. Say it a few times out loud and you'll forget about Lucy-a.)

"You won't need to navigate by the Orion constellation," Otto said. "You can use radar equipment."

"Yes, but maybe I'll choose to navigate by the Orion constellation."

"And people generally don't get shipwrecked on desert islands anymore," Otto said.

"I know that," Lucia said, her nostrils puffing again, although not very widely since she hadn't really thought of that. "But back in the old days, ladies travelled on those ships sometimes. If they got shipwrecked on an island with everyone else, don't you think they might eventually have children? And then their children might have children, and then there might be a whole pack of them by now, living on seaweed and mud, just waiting for someone to come rescue them. Imagine how excited they'd be to see our white sails fluttering on the horizon." Lucia's glittering black eyes were now fixed on the horizon of Little Tunks, which consisted of some grimy terrace-house roofs, the Such Fun Chewing Gum factory's chimneys pumping out peppermint smoke, and a cow pasture beyond that. "After we rescued them, we'd be on all the telly news shows and they'd put up plaques about us on park benches."

She glanced over at Otto. He'd shoved his hands in his pockets and looked markedly unimpressed. She frowned, considered, then added, "Of course, it's likely that there'd be some strange deformities among the stranded people. Inbreeding being such a problem."

Beneath his overgrown hair, his pale, interested eyes slid toward his sister. "What kind of deformities?"

"Oh, children with hair growing on their faces, people with twelve toes. Like that."

Otto was an avid collector of the strange and unusual. In fact, he hoped one day to open a museum of abnormalities right in Little Tunks, but he needed to enlarge his collection first. Thus far, he owned three specimens: a two-headed cornsnake; a one-eyed frog; and a lobster with an extra claw on one side, all of which he'd purchased from a catalogue.

"Well," Otto said, "that's all right then. But I still think a tattoo parlour is better."

Suddenly Otto stopped walking. His body stiffened and his hand reflexively yanked his scarf tighter around his neck, something he always did when he was nervous. Lucia looked at him questioningly, then followed his gaze across the street. A thin woman with a cap of thick grey hair was prodding at a small object on the sidewalk with a stick.

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Lucia hissed. She grabbed Otto by the elbow and quickened their pace. But it was no use. Mrs. Carnival had spotted them.

"Hoo! Hoo, Hardscrabbles!" Mrs. Carnival called to them, waving her stick.

Ignoring her was no good, they knew. They had tried it before. She would hunt them down clear across town if need be.

Reluctantly, they crossed the road while Mrs. Carnival waited, tapping the stick against the pavement. Her eyes, which were the exact color of bananas when they go thoroughly rotten, fixed on them impatiently.

"Come on, don't drag your feet, Hardscrabbles! Stand up straight, Otto, I've told you a hundred times not to walk like a baboon. You may act the part of the village idiot but there's no need to walk like one!"

Lucia opened her mouth to shoot back an angry response, but Otto stopped her with a quick shake of his head. He was right, of course. It was no use arguing with Mrs. Carnival. She would always have the last word, and besides, they had to stay at her home several times a year. It wasn't a good idea to get on her bad side.

As Lucia and Otto came close, Mrs. Carnival turned her attention back to the object on the ground.

"Get rid of this thing," she demanded, nudging it distastefully with the tip of her stick. "I don't want to touch it, and it's spoiling the street."

It was a robin, tiny and plump and lying horribly still. Otto knelt down next to it. Its thin eyelids were closed except for the tiniest slit, through which a still-bright dark eye gleamed.

Otto shook his hair to the side in order to see better, and with one finger he gently touched the bird's small russet chest.

"Is it dead?" Lucia asked Otto.

He shook his head no.

"Well, it should be if it had any sense! Flew into my window, the nitwit," Mrs. Carnival said. "What are you doing down there, Otto? I asked you to get rid of it, not groom it! Oh, get out of the way, I'll kill it myself." And she lifted her stick in order to bring the pointed end down on the little bird's chest.

Swiftly, Otto slid his hand beneath the little bird and scooped it up before Mrs. Carnival could touch it. He wrapped his scarf around it gently and cradled it against his chest.

"Ridiculous boy," Mrs. Carnival muttered, shaking her head. "Remember to wash that scarf afterwards," she called to Otto as he and Lucia walked away. "That bird is certainly diseased. I won't have you staying at my house if you catch something from it."

"As though that's punishment," Lucia said, almost loud enough for Mrs. Carnival to hear. But not quite. Mrs. Carnival was the only person who was willing to take care of them when their father went on his trips abroad. The Hardscrabbles didn't like her but they needed her. Or Dad felt they did anyway, though I'm sure they were perfectly capable of taking care of themselves.

Otto cupped his hand over the small lump under his scarf as he and Lucia passed through the heart of town and then turned up a lonely street whose broken pavement tilted this way and that. On either side of the road were a few houses in moderate states of disrepair. Their own house was at the very end of the street, a ramshackle butter yellow house with a wild-looking garden in the front. Ruffled pink and white roses spilled giddily every which way, blue lobelia carpeted the ground, and gangly lilies stretched up toward the sun, their lemon-colored petals unfurled. Arched over the brick path leading toward the house was a rickety arbour that was thatched with bright purple clematis.

A black-and-white cat named Esmeralda was sunning herself on the path, but when she saw Otto and Lucia approaching she popped up and bolted out of the garden and across the road. She wasn't their cat anyway. She was only one of the many street cats that hung around their house. The cats came when their mother had still lived with them and they still kept coming after she was gone. Their mother didn't believe in keeping animals, Dad told them, any more than she believed in keeping humans. Creatures stayed as long as they needed to stay, she had said, and when it was time for them to leave, you just had to tip your hat and wish them well.

Ironically, though, the cats never thought it was time to leave the Hardscrabble house. It was really as if they were hanging around waiting for Tess Hardscrabble to return. Consequently, as Lucia and Otto approached the house, they startled six other cats out of the depths of the garden. A seventh, a big fat tabby, had draped itself in front of the door and would not move, so they had to step over him.

Inside the hallway, Otto and Lucia dropped their schoolbags and headed directly to the kitchen, just as they always did, but they stopped short at the entrance. Sitting at the kitchen table was a chubby red-haired girl they'd never seen before. In front of her was a large bowl, into which their younger brother, Max, was scooping chocolate ice cream from the carton. He stopped when he saw Otto and Lucia, and his face grew a little pink.

"Who's this?" Lucia demanded.

"Her name is Brenda. She's new at school, moved here all the way from Loughborough, and doesn't know a soul, so I thought wouldn't it be a good thing for her to come over." Max said this very quickly, and there was a pointed tone to his voice when he said that Brenda was new at school.

What followed was a long awkward silence, during which Otto slouched even more than usual and cradled the robin closer to his chest. Lucia flashed an irritated glance towards Max then turned her dark eyes on Brenda. Her expression was stern but kind.

"Did Max tell you that he has a time machine in the basement?" Lucia asked Brenda.

The girl shook her head while Max hastily plopped another scoop of ice cream in her bowl.

"Did he tell you he has a pair of llamas in the backyard?" Lucia persisted.

Brenda shook her head, but her eyes flitted to the window that faced the backyard.

"No, Brenda, there aren't any llamas there," Lucia said. "Nor time machines. Nor anything else that Max might have told you. Incidentally, what did he tell you to make you come here?"

Brenda looked down at her bowl of ice cream wistfully, as though she sensed that she was not going to have a chance to eat it.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Lucia," Max said, scooping out the last bit of ice cream from the container.

Lucia ignored him and kept her black eyes on Brenda, who was beginning to squirm. "Well?" Lucia demanded.

"He told me he'd found a brontosaurus bone in the garden," Brenda said. Then she looked at Max. "Was that a lie?"

Lucia snorted. "Oh, for goodness' sake, of course it was a lie! I'm surprised a girl your age would believe such rubbish. I honestly think kids are getting stupider by the year." She murmured this last bit to Otto.

Brenda frowned over at Max, who quickly turned his back to grab a container of milk from the fridge.

"Can I eat the ice cream, at least?" Brenda asked Lucia.

"You don't have to ask her permission, you know," Max said, placing a glass of milk in front of Brenda. "She's not the parent."

The real, actual parent walked into the kitchen just then. He didn't look much like a real, actual parent. Casper Hardscrabble was a tall, thin, bespectacled man with curly dark hair down to the base of his neck and a grizzled, unshaven face. His eyebrows were thick, like Lucia's, but his were the scowling type. Had he plucked them, he might have looked more friendly to his neighbours. He would have resembled a shy, rumpled college professor, and his neighbours might not have thought the awful things that they thought about him. But he wasn't the type to pluck them, so there's nothing to talk about really.

Oh, and he was wearing yellow pyjamas.

"You're new," Casper said to Brenda.

"She was Max's idea," Lucia muttered.

Casper looked at Brenda's bowl of ice cream, then at his youngest child, who was now sitting across from Brenda, pretending to be engrossed in smashing the lumps of sugar in the sugar bowl with the back of a spoon.


(Continues...)

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Discussion Questions
1. At the beginning of the book, Lucia is described as someone "who incidentally looked exactly like her name." Who are some people that you would describe as looking exactly like their name? Who are some people who don't look anything like their name?
2. The Hardscrabble children find a mysterious letter from their great-aunt Haddie,
which serves as a catalyst for the protagonists to start a quest to find their mother.
Name a catalyst in another book that spurs the protagonists to action. Name some other books you've read that involve a quest to find something or someone important to them.
3. Otto wears his scarf everywhere. Do you have something that you always wear? If yes, why do you like wearing it?
4. In Chapter 3, the Hardscrabble children find themselves completely alone in
London. "All in all [the Hardscrabble children] were in that gorgeous state of mind in which they felt free and unafraid and sharply aware of how large and exciting the world was." When was the longest you've ever been away from your parents? How did you feel at first? How did you feel after a couple of days?
5. Lucia, Otto and Max have a special language between them because Otto uses sign language that no adult understands. Do you have a special language or a certain way of communicating with someone?
6. When the British Hardscrabbles first meet their American great-aunt Haddie,
they're disgusted by a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, even though it's a very normal American thing to eat. When have you experienced a similar culture shock when given a common item from another culture?
7. The author chose to not mention the Kneebone Boy until almost the very end.
What did you think the title referred to while you were reading the book?
8. How do you describe the relationships between each of the Hardscrabble children?
9. The story of the Kneebone Boy was a legend that was passed down from generation to generation. What are some legends that you are familiar with?
10. At the end of the book, the Hardscrabble children feel "like something more should happen." Why do they feel this way? Do you think that this "is how life works in general"?
11. How do you think the Hardscrabbles' big adventure has changed them from how they were in the beginning of the book? Or are they still the same "Hardscrabble kids who live in Little Tunks with their dad and not their mom"?
12. The narrator of The Kneebone Boy is unknown, but the narrator does say that he
(or she) is one of the Hardscrabble children. Which one of the children do you think the narrator is and why?

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The Kneebone Boy 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 40 reviews.
RileyCarney More than 1 year ago
The Kneebone Boy is a clever, funny, captivating, and all-around delightful story. The three Hardscrabble children, Otto, Lucia, and Max, are a wonderful, appealing cast of characters, each with a host their own quirks and personalities. Otto is mysterious and silent, wrapped beneath his omnipresent scarf, Lucia is bold and quick-witted, yet not without her insecurities, and Max is highly intelligent and insightful, and always sees the best in people. From the moment the Hardscrabbles embark on their strange and humorous adventure, the reader becomes engrossed in their story. Narrated by one of the Hardscrabbles (we aren't told which one), the story is told in a unique way, relaying the tale while adding personal asides to the reader that are often laugh-out-loud funny. Ellen Potter does a masterful job of telling the story with an engaging writing style, adding in just the right details. From a castle folly to a five-legged cat to impish British expressions, every aspect of the story serves a purpose, to delight and entertain the reader. This book is a wonderful blend of witty and subtle, exciting and touching. I thoroughly enjoyed it and I highly recommend it!
Lawral More than 1 year ago
This book is not a fantasy; there is no magic. Weird things happen and you think that they MUST be magical/paranormal/fantastical, but there is a rational explanation for all of it. Weird creaky (not squeaky) rats that run on the same path all the time? Taxidermy-ed miniature zebras? A hole in the floor that goes forever? A cat with five legs? All explained. Well, not the cat, but he's the most believable bit to begin with. Still, this is certainly not realistic fiction. It is precocious-kids-left-on-their-own fiction, or rich-people-are-crazy fiction. Lemony-Snicket-type fiction. Let's just call it unrealistic fiction, shall we? Even though they live with their father, the three Hardscrabble children are pretty used to fending for themselves. Since their mother mysteriously disappeared (and both Otto and their father were suspected of killing her and burying her in the garden), their father has been sad. He's also been taking more portrait clients; former royals who have been kicked off their thrones and who don't often pay their bills. Still, the Hardscrabbles manage. Adventure upon adventure, the kids all end up in Snoring by the Sea, a small town outside of London, where their secret great-aunt Haddie is staying. They meet a taxidermist who could easily be mistaken for a Viking invasion reenactor, take up lodgings in a castle folly with Haddie, suffer through some ghastly American food (even though Haddie never gets her hands on the "fluff" to make fluff-r-nutters), and hear the local legend of The Kneebone Boy. The local aristocracy, the Kneebones, sent all of their children to grow up in the castle folly, back in the day. That way they adults could do adult things and the kids could do whatever their hearts desired. It also kept the Kneebone children from the oldest child of each generation, the Kneebone Boy, born half-human half-animal. The Kneebone Boy was kept, every generation, locked in a tower in the castle. This is all just legend, of course. But there is something weird going on in the forest surrounding the castle and the castle folly. The Hardscrabbles are certain that the Kneebone Boy is real and that he has escaped, and they're determined not to let him be captured and locked away in his tower again. Unrealistic fiction has the most awesome and memorable characters, and Otto, Lucia and Max are no exception. They are all precocious, sarcastic, and quick-witted little monsters, constantly attacking each other, but not in a mean way. They're all just too smart for their own good, or at least each is trying to prove to the other two that he or she is the most knowledgeable of group on any given subject (Max usually wins). Lucia, the middle child but still clearly the leader of the group, is used to Otto going along with her, her ideas, and her adventures, especially as she is his translator. She's also still stuck in the thinking that Max is just little. Too little to be of help, too little to be a friend the way that Lucia and Otto are friends, too little to make decisions for the group. Through their adventure, each of the Hardscrabble children gets more of a will of their own, and instead of making them grow up and grow apart, they realize that they not only need each other but truly like each other as well. Book source: ARC picked up at ALA.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved Ellen Potter's Pish Posh, so of course I had to read this too. And I absolutely loved it, it was written quite like a Lemony Snicket book, which of course I enjoyed since he is also one of my favourite authors. I liked how the author gave Lucia, Otto, and Max indivisual personalites. I loved the idea of the mystery narrator (I think it is Otto). I like how the ending wasn't exactly happy which made it even more realistic. I couldn't put it down because I was scared I would miss something important. There were also nice funny bits, such as the chapter titles. I think fans of Lemony Snicket will enjoy this book. -Ichigo Tachikawa
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So, my friends had all read this book, and kept telling me to read it. Me being diffuclt, refused. But then they kept telling me how much i resemble otto. So, i read the book. And i have to addmit that i see the similarities between us, and how much of an outcast and speculation we both are. But what i really liked about his character, was that the auther put just the right amount of angst into his backstory to where it was believable, not over done, and contrasted nicely with the other people in the book. I really enjoyed this book, because it wasdark and twisted enough to where it kept me intrested, but quirky enough so it kept me entertained.
Reads_a_lot More than 1 year ago
This book was very well written, with strong characters, and just the right amount of odd. It kept my attention all the way through, keeping me interested page after page. The ending, though, disappointed me. I felt like there was this great big build up, and then the ending let me down, because I was expecting something more than it was. Overall, though, it's a book worth reading.
KarenBall on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Otto, Lucia and Max are the three Hardscrabble siblings. Their mother left mysteriously (or died - no one knows) years ago, and they don't remember her. Their father is a traveling artist who leaves them in the care of others several times a year. The kids have all been labeled "weird" in their tiny English town: Otto doesn't talk, communicating through hand gestures, an he ALWAYS wears a black scarf. There's a rumor that he strangled his own mother with it. Lucia tells it like it is, whether anyone wants to hear it or not. Max parks a lawn chair on top of the chimney and sits there for hours. When their father has to leave suddenly, he accidentally sends them to London, to stay with Cousin Angela... who's actually on vacation in Berlin. The siblings camp out under a tree, get in a fight with a tattooed ruffian, and decide to make their way to visit Great-Aunt Haddie in Snoring-By-The-Sea. Haddie is unusually young for a great aunt, American, and a complete nutjob to boot. The castle folly where she's staying is a smaller, children's size version of the KneeBone castle, where rumor has it that the family is hiding a bat-eared, furry crazy firstborn son. Mysteries upon mysteries, secrets upon secrets! Narrated by one of the three (but we're not allowed to know which one), the voice in this novel is outstanding. Lots of British humor and adventurous situations -- for 6th grade and up.
jhatton1980 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
An excellent story. Dark and different. Can't wait to start reading it to Lindsey tomorrow.
JRlibrary on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Had a really hard time sticking with this book. Enjoyed the first chapter, but then it took such a long time to develop into anything, and it really bogged down for me when they found their aunt. I had trouble visualizing the folly, and perhaps, if I knew more about one, it would have made it easier to follow. Did not see the ending at all, which I liked because I hate predictable books, so the redeeming feature, for me, was the ending.
Dranea on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Three not so normal children go out and do some not so normal things. Sounds about normal for many books these days, right? Not like this it isn't. The three Hardscrabble children are not just abnormal, they are very abnormal, the oldest (and my personal favorite) doesn't speak. At all. He and his younger sister have devised language through hand signals that Otto uses to communicate directly to Lucia. The youngest Max, who is brilliant, and can sometimes read Otto's sign language reminds me of the boy in The Series of Unfortunate Events. He is most observant, and he has the ability to recall almost everything he comes across perfectly. This story shows bravery, kindness, and a longing for adventure. One other things I think people will walk away thinking about it that just because a story doesn't end the way he or she wants it to end doesn't mean it isn't the right ending. This story had me wondering about the ending of it for quite some time. One other thing that I adored about this book was the narration of the book. The narrator was actually talking to the reader, and making personal comments about things along the way. I find this type of narration engaging and fun to be a part of. I will definitely be looking for more books from Ellen Potter, if they are written in this manner, I will have found another author I can't live without!
tiamatq on LibraryThing 8 months ago
If you're looking for a mix of Lemony Snicket, Neil Gaiman, and Roald Dahl, then you'll find The Kneebone Boy to be a good fix. It features the Hardscrabble children, Otto, Lucia, and Max, three oddball British kids who live with their father, an artist who paints portraits of deposed royalty. Their mother mysteriously disappeared when Otto, the oldest, was only eight, and the other two children barely remember her. Rumors fly around their small town about the missing mother - was she murdered? Strangled by her own son? Or did the father kill her? Or has she just perhaps abandoned her family? Regardless, it's been many years without their mother and the children have accepted life as it stands: Otto doesn't speak and constantly wears a scarf, Lucia speaks for Otto and fights to keep order, and Max is a quiet daydreamer who spends time on the roof, thinking. When their father is suddenly called to a job, the children are sent to London to stay with an aunt. But she's not home... she's out of the country. Suddenly the children find an adventure thrust upon them. They discover a mysterious great-aunt, who lives in a folly castle, a mysterious creature called the Kneebone Boy, a 25-toed cat, and the secret behind their missing mother. The writing for this book is clever... sometimes a little too clever for its own good. While I enjoyed reading it, the language often made me want to take a break after a chapter or two. It's snarky and very conversational, often taking the time to tell us how the story should be composed (and why it isn't written that way) or reassuring us that it may sound like a ghost is in the chapter but, because it's a book about real stuff, there wouldn't be any actual ghosts. Except there would be, but in a later chapter. The pacing was also a bit slow, with a lot of build-up on how boring their town is and their family history. There's a point in the book where a short chapter is used to apologize for the slowness of the plot line, with promises that, since the reader was already hooked and wouldn't be stupid enough to put it down, the next part would be even more exciting. Well it was, but it all came very quickly, particularly compared to the start of the book.The characters are terrific and the narration sets a great tone for the book. The resolution regarding their mother is not really a happy one, and while it answers a great deal of questions, I feel like it raised more that weren't addressed. The scenery of the book, from the Hardscrabble's house to the folly castle to the foggy beach and forests in Snoring-by-the-Sea are vivid. Overall, I would recommend this book, but wouldn't say it's a must-read. For grades 5 - 9.
EuronerdLibrarian on LibraryThing 8 months ago
The chracters are wonderfully quirky (and seem like they'd fit into the Addams family quite well). The book is a very enjoyable read, but the ending someone seem incongruent with the rest of it--to have mystery and adventure lead up to discovering that your mother's gone mentally. The strong bonds and relationships between the siblings are a real plus as well.
twonickels on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I wasn¿t wild about the ending of this one, but it was certainly unexpected and I think will appeal to a certain type of reader. However, the ride that the Hardscrabble children take to get to that ending is a terrific one. The narrative voice is definitely the star here ¿ although Great-Aunt Haddie and her castle folly threaten to steal the show.
lawral on LibraryThing 8 months ago
This book is not a fantasy; there is no magic. Weird things happen and you think that they MUST be magical/paranormal/fantastical, but there is a rational explanation for all of it. Weird creaky (not squeaky) rats that run on the same path all the time? Taxidermy-ed miniature zebras? A hole in the floor that goes forever? A cat with five legs? All explained. Well, not the cat, but he's the most believable bit to begin with. Still, this is certainly not realistic fiction. It is precocious-kids-left-on-their-own fiction, or rich-people-are-crazy fiction. Lemony-Snicket-type fiction. Let's just call it unrealistic fiction, shall we?Even though they live with their father, the three Hardscrabble children are pretty used to fending for themselves. Since their mother mysteriously disappeared (and both Otto and their father were suspected of killing her and burying her in the garden), their father has been sad. He's also been taking more portrait clients; former royals who have been kicked off their thrones and who don't often pay their bills. Still, the Hardscrabbles manage.Adventure upon adventure, the kids all end up in Snoring by the Sea, a small town outside of London, where their secret great-aunt Haddie is staying. They meet a taxidermist who could easily be mistaken for a Viking invasion reenactor, take up lodgings in a castle folly with Haddie, suffer through some ghastly American food (even though Haddie never gets her hands on the "fluff" to make fluff-r-nutters), and hear the local legend of The Kneebone Boy. The local aristocracy, the Kneebones, sent all of their children to grow up in the castle folly, back in the day. That way they adults could do adult things and the kids could do whatever their hearts desired. It also kept the Kneebone children from the oldest child of each generation, the Kneebone Boy, born half-human half-animal. The Kneebone Boy was kept, every generation, locked in a tower in the castle. This is all just legend, of course. But there is something weird going on in the forest surrounding the castle and the castle folly. The Hardscrabbles are certain that the Kneebone Boy is real and that he has escaped, and they're determined not to let him be captured and locked away in his tower again.Unrealistic fiction has the most awesome and memorable characters, and Otto, Lucia and Max are no exception. They are all precocious, sarcastic, and quick-witted little monsters, constantly attacking each other, but not in a mean way. They're all just too smart for their own good, or at least each is trying to prove to the other two that he or she is the most knowledgeable of group on any given subject (Max usually wins). Lucia, the middle child but still clearly the leader of the group, is used to Otto going along with her, her ideas, and her adventures, especially as she is his translator. She's also still stuck in the thinking that Max is just little. Too little to be of help, too little to be a friend the way that Lucia and Otto are friends, too little to make decisions for the group. Through their adventure, each of the Hardscrabble children gets more of a will of their own, and instead of making them grow up and grow apart, they realize that they not only need each other but truly like each other as well.Book source: ARC picked up at ALA.
krau0098 on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I got a copy of this book through the Amazon Vine program. The synopsis sounded right up my alley; a threesome of quirky siblings with an eccentric father left to their own devices in a mysterious castle... It was a wonderful book. The narrator tells the story in a fun style, the descriptions are wonderful, and the mystery surrounding the children's mother and the folly castle they visit is also fantastic. I loved it.Otto, Lucia, and Max are all a bit strange. Otto, the oldest, obsessively wears a scarf around his neck and speaks only in hand signs, refusing to talk. Max, the youngest, thinks of things no one else can puzzle out. Lucia is a reader, who kind of serves as the go-between for the two brothers, and is constantly looking for the grim and fantastic in life. Their father paints disgraced royalty for a living and is gone intermittently, and their mother is missing. When he leaves on one of his trips he sends the kids to London to stay with someone who ends up being on holiday themselves. This leads the kids through a rather scary adventure in London and out to visit their great-Aunt Haddie who lives out in a folly castle in town of Snoring-by-the-Sea. There they discover more mysteries to unravel.The book is beautifully written with a lot of wonderful descriptions, one of the kids narrates and adds in snarky comments throughout to keep things light. The characters in this book are amazing; they all have their quirks, but are full of caring and depth in their own way. The mystery in the book is well done and much of the book is a bit eerie and creepy in tone; nothing ever gets too scary though. The conclusion to the mystery was fabulous.Overall this book was all I hoped it would be and more. I really loved it. There is some great mystery here, quirky characters, adventure, and some great lessons about accepting people for who they are. It is a dark story and has a bittersweet ending; but I really enjoyed it.
OtakuNerdM8 More than 1 year ago
The Kneebone boy is one of my favorite books, not because it was first book I saw on the shelf and I was bored and I decided to read it, although that happened, that's not why. I did randomly pick it up though, because I was very interested in the cat on the cover, let alone the cover it's self. When I started to read the book though, I got very intrigued, it was so mysterious, and spooky, and the characters were amazing, all having different personalities of their own. I'm a huge internet geek, I love my laptop and tablet and it would be very hard to get them away form me. So, when I found The Kneebone Boy, I shocked my family and myself, by pushing my laptop and tablet away and reading this book. The Kneebone Boy will forever be my favorite book, even as I grow, I will always love it and it's mysterious characters. (The one part that got to me though, was how it didn't tell who was writing the book, I keep thinking Lucia might've, because there was a lot of perspective on her.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Yes it does hve cute funny parts now and then its an awesome book i highly recommend it
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Absolutely wonderful!!!
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This book is about three siblings who are sent to be with a relative in London when their father leaves. The mistery narrator tells about their strange journeys. This book is amazing, it's fast paced, but not rushed. And even though the story is strange, it's not too far fetched.
Jessica_Peterson More than 1 year ago
Rating: 4 Stars Genre: MG Mystery/Adventure Pages: 288 Publisher: Feiwel and Friends Check it out: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Good Reads Good Reads Summary: Life in a small town can be pretty boring when everyone avoids you like the plague. But after their father unwittingly sends them to stay with an aunt who’s away on holiday, the Hardscrabble children take off on an adventure that begins in the seedy streets of London and ends in a peculiar sea village where legend has it a monstrous creature lives who is half boy and half animal. . . . In this wickedly dark, unusual, and compelling novel, Ellen Potter masterfully tells the tale of one deliciously strange family and a secret that changes everything. This is one of those books that I feel I can recommend with absolutely zero hesitation. It’s entertaining, fun, adorable, suspenseful…you name it. It’s a little bit of a different read for me, as most of the books I read are YA romances of some sort, but I LOVED The Kneebone Boy. It’s just one of those sublimely pleasant books that you pick up, knowing you’re going to enjoy it. The Hardscrabble children are enchanting. They are funny, clever, brave, and at times extremely stubborn. I love different Lucia, Max, and Otto are from each other, and Ellen Potter does a masterful job of differing their characters and giving them solidly unique personalities. And I just have to share some quotes, because this book so whimsical :) First of all, the chapters have these wonderful little descriptions: Chapter 9: In which the Harscrabbles worry about the title of this book and other things. OR Chapter 11: In which there are no vampires or ghosts but you’ll like this chapter anyway. I loved those chapter titles. They gave an idea of what was coming without giving too much away. The narrative is so informal and entertaining: “So we’ve come to the part of the book in which the Hardscrabbles begin to be less ordinary and more heroic. I wish it had come sooner, so you didn’t see us arguing about stupid things so much.” (167). It was just so cute. I found myself smiling through the majority of this book. Now, there was conflict. There was suspense and mystery, and it’s quite dark at times. I’ve only read one book in A Series of Unfortunate Events but The Kneebone Boy reminded me of that stylistically. Although it seemed happier. I was not expecting the twist at the ending. Quite clever in my opinion. This was one of those books that you don’t necessarily feel compelled to fly through, but it’s always a pleasure to pick up and read a chapter at a time. Highly recommended.
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I loved this book I also had a certain interest in Otto he's quite,shy,and has a love for animals or most likely the strange ones like the five legged cat. I'm still trying to figure out why he always wears that scarf maybe he has an emotional bond to it or somthing.
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