North! Or Be EatenAndrew Peterson
WaterBrook Press (August 18, 2009)
In short: An exciting tale of monsters, tunnels, dragons, treehouses, pirates, betrayal and bravery with an underlying theme of providence that is hard to put down.
The Igiby children are headed north out of necessity. The dreaded Fangs of Dang are closing in but they can’t survive the cold of the frigid north. There is peril along the way however, from snickbuzzards to bomnubbles and more.
“From a space between two dead limbs on the gully floor – which Janner now realized wasn’t a floor at all – a milky-eyed head emerged. Its nose was moist and wide, its snout long like a horse’s but stouter, and two yellowed fangs jutted down from a mouth full of crooked, sharp teeth: a toothy cow, trapped below them in a gargan rockroach den.”
This epic tale of another world, with a mythic history of its own as, once again, evidenced by footnotes, continues the unique and clever writing of the first book in the Wingfeather saga. This, the second book, advances the story with much more peril and with serious themes including the depravity of man.
“I don’t know what old Gnag has planned for you, but you just trust the Maker and…do like your father would have you do. Do like me and yer ma would have you do. Don’t just follow your heart. Your heart will betray you.”
Andrew Peterson, the author, also slips in thoughts on the holiness and loving-kindness of God.
“That kiss last night was the closest me withered heart will find to goodness before I meet the Maker and all his wrath, I fear.”
“In the words of the great warrior Triloban Plubius the Bruised, ‘Whether crushed or sheltered by the Maker’s hand, ‘tis beneath it we go, from breath to death.’”
A scene of regeneration is particularly poetic as one of our young heroes is locked inside a coffin.
“He was trapped in a place where all he had was himself, and though he’d never thought of himself as a bad person, every motive, thought, and action that paraded through the blackness told him otherwise. Even his alliance with Sara Cobbler was driven by selfishness.”
With an underlying feeling of providential care and redemption this clever, and exciting, tale of monsters, tunnels, dragons, treehouses, pirates, betrayal and bravery has action to satisfy the reluctant reader and is thoughtful enough to satisfy the bibliophile with its creative use of language and structure.
“He wondered what book he might be reading when he finally breathed his last, and determined to grab a good one as soon as he sensed the end coming so that whoever discovered him would know he had good taste in literature.”
This is not a bad book to have around for just such an occasion!
The Igiby children are headed north out of necessity. The dreaded Fangs of Dang are closing in but they can’t survive the cold of the frigid north. There is peril along the way however, from snickbuzzards to bomnubbles and more.
“From a space between two dead limbs on the gully floor – which Janner now realized wasn’t a floor at all – a milky-eyed head emerged. Its nose was moist and wide, its snout long like a horse’s but stouter, and two yellowed fangs jutted down from a mouth full of crooked, sharp teeth: a toothy cow, trapped below them in a gargan rockroach den.”
This epic tale of another world, with a mythic history of its own as, once again, evidenced by footnotes, continues the unique and clever writing of the first book in the Wingfeather saga. This, the second book, advances the story with much more peril and with serious themes including the depravity of man.
“I don’t know what old Gnag has planned for you, but you just trust the Maker and…do like your father would have you do. Do like me and yer ma would have you do. Don’t just follow your heart. Your heart will betray you.”
Andrew Peterson, the author, also slips in thoughts on the holiness and loving-kindness of God.
“That kiss last night was the closest me withered heart will find to goodness before I meet the Maker and all his wrath, I fear.”
“In the words of the great warrior Triloban Plubius the Bruised, ‘Whether crushed or sheltered by the Maker’s hand, ‘tis beneath it we go, from breath to death.’”
A scene of regeneration is particularly poetic as one of our young heroes is locked inside a coffin.
“He was trapped in a place where all he had was himself, and though he’d never thought of himself as a bad person, every motive, thought, and action that paraded through the blackness told him otherwise. Even his alliance with Sara Cobbler was driven by selfishness.”
With an underlying feeling of providential care and redemption this clever, and exciting, tale of monsters, tunnels, dragons, treehouses, pirates, betrayal and bravery has action to satisfy the reluctant reader and is thoughtful enough to satisfy the bibliophile with its creative use of language and structure.
“He wondered what book he might be reading when he finally breathed his last, and determined to grab a good one as soon as he sensed the end coming so that whoever discovered him would know he had good taste in literature.”
This is not a bad book to have around for just such an occasion!
Rating: Hardback
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