100 CupboardsN.D. Wilson
Random House Books for Young Readers (December 26, 2007)
Henry York is confused. His parents have been kidnapped. He’s living in a brand new town with his aunt and uncle. Most strange, however, are the doors that have opened up in the walls of his new bedroom. 99 of them to be exact. As he finds out, these portals to other worlds can be intriguing or dangerous to all involved.
This is the first book of a new fantasy series by N.D. Wilson. With classic themes of good vs. evil and adventures in other worlds, this book is reminiscent of the Narnia series. The characters are superbly drawn but the plot was not as linear as I would have liked, thus a tad bit confusing for me. The book does leave you wanting to know more of the creepy new worlds discovered along the way.
“Outside, the black cat, which had been scratching at the mudroom door, relaxed. Cats do not yearn for freedom. Most of them just have it – even when they are pampered, owned, and cared for. This cat did not know that it had been a slave. It did know that it needed a drink…It did not know that it had been possessed. It did not know that the inside of its head had never been its own, that there was a woman who had seen the world through its eyes. The cat, which had no name, knew none of this. But something had changed.”
Henry York is confused. His parents have been kidnapped. He’s living in a brand new town with his aunt and uncle. Most strange, however, are the doors that have opened up in the walls of his new bedroom. 99 of them to be exact. As he finds out, these portals to other worlds can be intriguing or dangerous to all involved.
This is the first book of a new fantasy series by N.D. Wilson. With classic themes of good vs. evil and adventures in other worlds, this book is reminiscent of the Narnia series. The characters are superbly drawn but the plot was not as linear as I would have liked, thus a tad bit confusing for me. The book does leave you wanting to know more of the creepy new worlds discovered along the way.
“Outside, the black cat, which had been scratching at the mudroom door, relaxed. Cats do not yearn for freedom. Most of them just have it – even when they are pampered, owned, and cared for. This cat did not know that it had been a slave. It did know that it needed a drink…It did not know that it had been possessed. It did not know that the inside of its head had never been its own, that there was a woman who had seen the world through its eyes. The cat, which had no name, knew none of this. But something had changed.”
Rating: Borrow
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