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Pages & Co.: The Book Smugglers
"Mr. Lemoncello would love to go bookwandering at Pages and Co. If you love books, you're going to LOVE this book!"--Chris Grabenstein, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Mr. Lemoncello series
The fourth magical adventure in the nationally bestselling Pages & Co. series, starring Milo, the book smuggler. Perfect for fans of Inkheart and The Land of Stories.
Since he was six years old, Milo has lived on board the Sesquipedalian, or "Quip," a magical train that uses the power of imagination to travel through both stories and the real world. Aboard the Quip, Milo lives and works with his uncle, Horatio, a book smuggler who trades in rare books.
When Horatio takes on a dangerous new job, he needs the help of Tilly Pages, a uniquely gifted bookwanderer. But when Tilly's grandfather and Horatio are poisoned by a mysterious copy of The Wizard of Oz and fall into a deep sleep, Milo and Tilly find themselves racing against time to save them. The friends must journey to the Emerald City with Dorothy, and eventually to Venice, Italy, to find out who is behind these strange poisonings.
Praise for Pages & Co.: The Bookwanderers:
A USA Today Bestseller!
A Barnes & Noble Book of the Month!
A Fall 2019 Kids' Indie Next List Pick!
"A loving testament to the powerful magic of books and imagination." --Kirkus Reviews
"An affectionate ode to books and book lovers." --Publishers Weekly
"A thrilling, inventive, book-lover's delight."--Matt Haig, author of The Midnight Library
"Delightful! A Joy of a book."--Kiran Millwood Hargrave, author of The Girl of Ink & Stars
The fourth magical adventure in the nationally bestselling Pages & Co. series, starring Milo, the book smuggler. Perfect for fans of Inkheart and The Land of Stories.
Since he was six years old, Milo has lived on board the Sesquipedalian, or "Quip," a magical train that uses the power of imagination to travel through both stories and the real world. Aboard the Quip, Milo lives and works with his uncle, Horatio, a book smuggler who trades in rare books.
When Horatio takes on a dangerous new job, he needs the help of Tilly Pages, a uniquely gifted bookwanderer. But when Tilly's grandfather and Horatio are poisoned by a mysterious copy of The Wizard of Oz and fall into a deep sleep, Milo and Tilly find themselves racing against time to save them. The friends must journey to the Emerald City with Dorothy, and eventually to Venice, Italy, to find out who is behind these strange poisonings.
Praise for Pages & Co.: The Bookwanderers:
A USA Today Bestseller!
A Barnes & Noble Book of the Month!
A Fall 2019 Kids' Indie Next List Pick!
"A loving testament to the powerful magic of books and imagination." --Kirkus Reviews
"An affectionate ode to books and book lovers." --Publishers Weekly
"A thrilling, inventive, book-lover's delight."--Matt Haig, author of The Midnight Library
"Delightful! A Joy of a book."--Kiran Millwood Hargrave, author of The Girl of Ink & Stars
Readers Top Reviews
Jenni_MacSaraMadam L
This book is so sweet and charming and an absolute must read for any Bookwanderers out there! A great beginning to what I’m sure will be a great series!
Paula Berman
This is an excellent addition to an excellent series; I just want to note that this book begins a new story arc, with the same characters and some new ones, after the previous story was resolved in the third book of the series. It’s probably still best to start at the beginning of the series, though, so you know who everyone is and how book magic works - at least, as far as the characters understand it.
Shelby Harrison
Absolutely love this book series. Perfect for middle grade book lovers. This series has it all. Adventure, friendship, mystery, action and such imagination. Perfect for read aloud as well. Splendid
Kathy Sizer
My 9-year-old grand-daughter is a great reader and loves books. A few years ago when the first volume of this series was published, she was a little too young to read it by herself, so I read it to her as a bed-time story, sometimes over Face Time or Zoom. Although she could easily read these books to herself now, it has become a tradition that I continue to read them to her. We both love the way the characters become involved in books and the way they can cause changes in the books themselves.
sally mcmichael
All of Annie James’ stories are fun to read! Her writing makes it easy to lose yourself in this book. I’m sure you could enjoy just this one, but you should treat yourself to the whole series!
Short Excerpt Teaser
Prologue
The book arrived at Pages & Co. wrapped in brown paper and string. It was addressed to Archibald Pages and covered in a colorful array of mismatched stamps. Archibald's granddaughter, Tilly, had picked up the bundle of post that morning and brought it through from the bookshop the Pages owned to their private family kitchen. Archie didn't notice it until the shop had closed its doors and he was sitting with a cup of tea, sorting through the stack of bills, letters, and books sent from publishers.
"What's this then?" he asked, turning the package over in his hands. It had been wrapped very precisely, with the brown paper in sharp creases, only a little tattered from its journey.
"It was just in with the post," Tilly said. "Are you expecting something exciting?"
"Not that I can remember," Archie replied. "Although this does look rather exciting, doesn't it? The stamps would seem to suggest it's from . . . Italy, I think? How curious." He took out his penknife and neatly sliced through the tape at one end, peeling back the paper with the satisfying crinkling noise that comes from brown paper in particular. Archie pulled out a hardback book that was rather worse for wear-its dark-green cloth cover was frayed at the edges, and several of the pages were visibly ripped and stained. On its spine, in faded gilt lettering, was the book's title, Il meraviglioso mago di Oz, and its author, L. Frank Baum.
"An Italian edition of The Wizard of Oz," Archie said appreciatively, stroking the edges of the pages in admiration. "I was right about the stamps. But I don't think we know anyone in Italy-do we, Elsie?"
He directed this last question to his wife, Tilly's grandma, as she entered the kitchen.
"I don't think so," she said. 'Is that something you've ordered online and forgotten about again?"
"Not this time," Archie grinned.
"Did it come with a note?" Tilly asked.
"Good thinking," Archie said, opening the cover to reveal a small rectangular card. All that was on it was a symbol printed in black ink: a circle with a line that crossed it horizontally with a dip in its center, like the outline of a flying bird, or a simple drawing of an open book. Archie turned it over, but there was nothing else printed on it.
"How strange," he said, turning carefully through the pages but not finding anything else tucked inside. "I've never seen this symbol before; it doesn't mean anything to me."
He stood up and started rifling through the rest of the post to see if there was anything else that had come from Italy, but it was just the book and the card. Archie sat down heavily, his face pale.
"Goodness, you look exhausted," Elsie said, coming over and putting a cool hand on his forehead. "And you're burning up." It was a warm day but nowhere near hot enough to produce the rapidly gathering beads of sweat on Archie's skin.
"Just overworked, I'm sure," Archie reassured her. "I'm not getting any younger after all! But I do feel a bit peculiar, now you come to mention it-maybe I'll just have a quick lie-down."
He stood up but quickly wobbled on his feet, and Elsie had to help him up the stairs to their bedroom.
"He fell straight asleep," Elsie said when she returned to the kitchen, looking worried. "And something else strange . . . As I put him to bed, I noticed that his fingertips were purple."
***
"Purple!" Tilly repeated in surprise.
"Yes, as though he'd been picking blackberries. I wonder if he's touched something he's allergic to . . ." She tailed off as both she and Tilly turned to stare at the mysterious book lying on the table.
Elsie gingerly picked up the brown paper it had come in.
"But he can't be allergic to paper or books or anything like that, can he?" Tilly asked. "Surely he'd know that already, what with working in a bookshop and all."
"The book looks very old," Elsie pointed out. "Perhaps it has some kind of glue that he's sensitive to, or it's come into contact with something unpleasant somehow?"
"But not on purpose?" Tilly asked nervously.
"Goodness, no," Elsie said. "I mean, surely not." She paused and glanced worriedly at Tilly.
"Although he does know how to get people riled up," she went on. "And, well, it's not as though we haven't made more than our fair share of enemies in the bookwandering world over the years. But no, who on earth would be sending your grandad something poisonous or dangerous?"
But Tilly wasn't convinced, and she could see by the ...
The book arrived at Pages & Co. wrapped in brown paper and string. It was addressed to Archibald Pages and covered in a colorful array of mismatched stamps. Archibald's granddaughter, Tilly, had picked up the bundle of post that morning and brought it through from the bookshop the Pages owned to their private family kitchen. Archie didn't notice it until the shop had closed its doors and he was sitting with a cup of tea, sorting through the stack of bills, letters, and books sent from publishers.
"What's this then?" he asked, turning the package over in his hands. It had been wrapped very precisely, with the brown paper in sharp creases, only a little tattered from its journey.
"It was just in with the post," Tilly said. "Are you expecting something exciting?"
"Not that I can remember," Archie replied. "Although this does look rather exciting, doesn't it? The stamps would seem to suggest it's from . . . Italy, I think? How curious." He took out his penknife and neatly sliced through the tape at one end, peeling back the paper with the satisfying crinkling noise that comes from brown paper in particular. Archie pulled out a hardback book that was rather worse for wear-its dark-green cloth cover was frayed at the edges, and several of the pages were visibly ripped and stained. On its spine, in faded gilt lettering, was the book's title, Il meraviglioso mago di Oz, and its author, L. Frank Baum.
"An Italian edition of The Wizard of Oz," Archie said appreciatively, stroking the edges of the pages in admiration. "I was right about the stamps. But I don't think we know anyone in Italy-do we, Elsie?"
He directed this last question to his wife, Tilly's grandma, as she entered the kitchen.
"I don't think so," she said. 'Is that something you've ordered online and forgotten about again?"
"Not this time," Archie grinned.
"Did it come with a note?" Tilly asked.
"Good thinking," Archie said, opening the cover to reveal a small rectangular card. All that was on it was a symbol printed in black ink: a circle with a line that crossed it horizontally with a dip in its center, like the outline of a flying bird, or a simple drawing of an open book. Archie turned it over, but there was nothing else printed on it.
"How strange," he said, turning carefully through the pages but not finding anything else tucked inside. "I've never seen this symbol before; it doesn't mean anything to me."
He stood up and started rifling through the rest of the post to see if there was anything else that had come from Italy, but it was just the book and the card. Archie sat down heavily, his face pale.
"Goodness, you look exhausted," Elsie said, coming over and putting a cool hand on his forehead. "And you're burning up." It was a warm day but nowhere near hot enough to produce the rapidly gathering beads of sweat on Archie's skin.
"Just overworked, I'm sure," Archie reassured her. "I'm not getting any younger after all! But I do feel a bit peculiar, now you come to mention it-maybe I'll just have a quick lie-down."
He stood up but quickly wobbled on his feet, and Elsie had to help him up the stairs to their bedroom.
"He fell straight asleep," Elsie said when she returned to the kitchen, looking worried. "And something else strange . . . As I put him to bed, I noticed that his fingertips were purple."
***
"Purple!" Tilly repeated in surprise.
"Yes, as though he'd been picking blackberries. I wonder if he's touched something he's allergic to . . ." She tailed off as both she and Tilly turned to stare at the mysterious book lying on the table.
Elsie gingerly picked up the brown paper it had come in.
"But he can't be allergic to paper or books or anything like that, can he?" Tilly asked. "Surely he'd know that already, what with working in a bookshop and all."
"The book looks very old," Elsie pointed out. "Perhaps it has some kind of glue that he's sensitive to, or it's come into contact with something unpleasant somehow?"
"But not on purpose?" Tilly asked nervously.
"Goodness, no," Elsie said. "I mean, surely not." She paused and glanced worriedly at Tilly.
"Although he does know how to get people riled up," she went on. "And, well, it's not as though we haven't made more than our fair share of enemies in the bookwandering world over the years. But no, who on earth would be sending your grandad something poisonous or dangerous?"
But Tilly wasn't convinced, and she could see by the ...
