If you are reading this, you're a genius.
Is that true? Who knows! But it sounds good. So does:
This book is better than ice cream, television, and your birthday combined!
The Facttracker is full of such statements. Unfortunately, most of them are lies, which is odd, since Traäkerfaxx is the town that produces all of the world's facts.
So how can a story about a bizarre town with a weird name become
The greatest novel ever written?
Dinosaurs would help. Or maybe aliens. Alien dinosaurs would be dynamite! Alas, we have none of those. Here's what we do have: the Facttracker, who tracks all the facts in Traäkerfaxx. The just small enough boy, who lost all his facts. And Ersatz, but the less said about him the better. And, of course, there are lots and lots of facts and lies, such as:
This book will make you good-looking and popular!
Was that a fact or a lie? For the answer, read on and encounter adventure, peril, and even more
Large, oversized words!
|Publisher:||Kawadeshobo Shinsha/Tsai Fong Books|
|Product dimensions:||5.20(w) x 7.50(h) x 1.10(d)|
|Age Range:||8 - 12 Years|
About the Author
Jason carter Eaton was born in several small towns throughout the United States and one in Ireland. He is the author of the picture book The Day My Runny Nose Ran Away, which most children thought was a funny story, though it was actually a tragic autobiography. Jason also edited Professor P. S. Schackman's informative book How to Keep Tuna Fish in Your Pocket for Weeks and Weeks Without it Going Bad. Jason currently lives in Sleepy Hollow, New York, with his beautiful wife, Lisa, their perfect son, Milo, and a giant Newfoundland mix, Pushkin. There's also a cat somewhere.
Read an Excerpt
Everyone Loves a Good Explosion
A fictitious friend of mine once told me, "Everyone loves a good explosion." Sadly, he told this to me just moments before he himself exploded, but it was good advice nonetheless.
So let's begin with an explosion.
There was a sound—not quite a ka-boom, but not quite a ker-pow either. More like a ka-blooey. Then there were the flames—deep yellow, furious red, electric blue, and, of course, lots and lots of orange. And let's not forget about the heat—like a thousand suns crammed into a pizza oven wearing a giant wool sweater. And finally the debris—first came the metal, all twisted and glowing. Then the bits of plastic, which had melted into globs of sticky, scalding goop. And lastly the facts, millions of them, shooting off into the far corners of the sky like a tremendous meteor shower, except in reverse.
I'll pause now, since I'm sure you're saying, "Wait. Facts? Did you say . . . facts?" To which I say, "Yes, facts."
Which of course leads to the logical next question: What could possibly blow up that would send facts into the sky?
Well, you'll have to wait for that. There's a whole book to get through here, and you don't want to know everything in the first chapter. I mean, you haven't even heard about the Facttracker or the just small enough boy.
But wasn't the explosion cool?The Facttracker. Copyright © by Jason Eaton. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.