100 Cupboards (100 Cupboards Book 1) by N.D. Wilson (English) Paperback Book

Description: 100 Cupboards (100 Cupboards Book 1) by N.D. Wilson After his parents are kidnapped, timid twelve-year-old Henry York leaves his sheltered Boston life and moves to small-town Kansas, where he and his cousin Henrietta discover and explore hidden doors in his attic room that seem to open onto other worlds. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Readers who love Percy Jackson, the Unwanteds, and Beyonders will discover that 100 cupboards mean 100 opportunities for adventure! The bestselling and highly acclaimed 100 Cupboards series starts here. What dangers are locked behind the cupboard doors? Henry isnt brave, but when he hears a thumping and scratching on the other side of his bedroom wall, he cant ignore it. He scrapes off the plaster and discovers mysterious doors—cupboards of all different shapes and sizes. Through one he sees a glowing room and a man strolling back and forth. Through another he sees only darkness and feels the cold sense that something isnt right. When his cousin Henrietta boldly travels into the worlds beyond the cupboards, its up to Henry to follow her. Now that hes opened the doors, can he keep the evil inside from coming through? "A must-read series." —The Washington Post Author Biography N. D. WILSON lives and writes in the top of a tall, skinny house only one block from where he was born. But his bestselling novels, including the highly acclaimed 100 Cupboards series, have traveled far and wide and have been translated into dozens of languages. He and his wife have five young storytellers of their own, along with an unreasonable number of pets. You can visit him online at ndwilson.com. Review "Well crafted and gratifying." —School Library Journal "A highly imaginative tale." —Kirkus Reviews "This is my favorite kind of fantasy, combining the secret and the ordinary." —Tamora Pierce, New York Times bestselling author "One of the most fascinating new fantasy worlds grown on American soil since Oz." —MuggleNet.com "Highly appealing characters whom readers will want to encounter again." —The Horn Book Magazine "Henry becomes a stronger and more resourceful kid as he tests his mettle against the creatures in the cupboards." —The Bulletin"The story is chilling, but the creepy quotient never exceeds the books target audience." —Booklist Review Quote "Well crafted and gratifying." --School Library Journal "A highly imaginative tale." --Kirkus Reviews "This is my favorite kind of fantasy, combining the secret and the ordinary." --Tamora Pierce, New York Times bestselling author "One of the most fascinating new fantasy worlds grown on American soil since Oz." --MuggleNet.com "Highly appealing characters whom readers will want to encounter again." -- The Horn Book Magazine "Henry becomes a stronger and more resourceful kid as he tests his mettle against the creatures in the cupboards." -- The Bulletin "The story is chilling, but the creepy quotient never exceeds the books target audience." -- Booklist Excerpt from Book Henry, Kansas, is a hot town. And a cold town. It is a town so still there are times when you can hear a fly trying to get through the window of the locked-up antique store on Main Street. Nobody remembers who owns the antique store, but if you press your face against the glass, like the fly, youll see that whoever they are, they dont have much beyond a wide variety of wagon wheels. Yes, Henry is a still town. But there have been tornadoes on Main Street. If the wind blows, its like it wont ever stop. Once its stopped, there seems to be no hope of getting it started again. There is a bus station in Henry, but it isnt on Main Street. Its one block north--the town fathers hadnt wanted all the additional traffic. The station lost one- third of its roof to a tornado fifteen years ago. In the same summer, a bottle rocket brought the gift of fire to its restrooms. The damage has never been repaired, but the town council makes sure that the building is painted fresh every other year, and always the color of a swimming pool. There is never graffiti. Vandals would have to drive more than twenty miles to buy the spray paint. Every once in a long while, a bus creeps into town and eases to a stop beside the mostly roofed, bright aqua station with the charred bathrooms. Henry is always glad to see a bus. Such treats are rare. On this day, the day our story begins, bus hopes were high. The Willis family was expecting their nephew, and the mister and missus stood on the curb waiting for his arrival. Mrs. Willis couldnt hold nearly as still as the town. She was brimful of nervous energy and busily stepped on and off the curb as if she were waiting for the bus to take her off to another lifetime of grammar school and jump rope. She had planned to wear her best dress on principle--it was the sort of thing her mother would have done--but she had no idea which of her dresses was best, or how to begin the selection process. It was even possible that she didnt have a dress that was best. So she had remained in her sweatpants and T-shirt. She had been canning in her kitchen and looked pleasant despite the faded teal of her pants. Her face was steam-ruddied and happy, and her brown hair, which had originally been pulled back into a ponytail, had struggled free. On this day, if you got close enough, as her nephew would when hugged, she smelled very strongly of peaches. She was of medium build in every direction, and she was called Dotty by her friends, Dots by her husband, and Mrs. Willis by everyone else. People liked Dotty. They said she was interesting. They rarely did the same for her husband. They said Mr. Willis was thin, and they didnt just mean physically thin. They meant thin everywhere and every way. Dotty saw much more than thin, and she liked him. Frank Willis didnt seem to notice much of anything beyond that. Mrs. Willis stopped her stepping and backed away from the curb. Something was shimmering on the highway. The bus was coming. She nudged Frank and pointed. He didnt seem to notice. The Henry on the bus was not a town in Kansas. He was simply a twelve-year-old boy on a slow bus from Boston, waiting to meet an aunt and uncle he had not seen since the age of four. He was not looking forward to reuniting with Aunt Dotty and Uncle Frank. Not because he in any way disliked them, but because he had led a life that had taught him not to look forward to anything. The bus stopped amid a shower of metallic grunts. Henry walked to the front, said goodbye to a talkative old woman, and stepped onto the curb into a lung-taste of diesel. The bus lurched off, the taste faded, and he found that he was being held tight by someone rather soft, though not large, and the smell of diesel had been replaced by peaches. His aunt held him back by the shoulders, her smile faded, and she became suddenly serious. "We are both so sorry about your parents," she said. She was diligently eye-wrestling him. Henry couldnt quite look away. "But we are very happy youre going to be staying with us. Your cousins are all excited." Someone patted Henry on the shoulder. He looked up. "Yep," Uncle Frank said. He was watching the bus march out the other end of town. "The trucks over here," he added, and gestured with his head. Uncle Frank carried Henrys duffel bag while Aunt Dotty escorted him to the truck, one arm tightly wrapped around his shoulder. It was an old truck. A few decades earlier, it may have been a Ford. Then it had been donated as a shop-class project to Henry High. Uncle Frank bought it at an end-of-the-year fundraiser. The paint was scum brown, the sort that normally hides at the bottom of a pond, attractive only to leeches and easily pleased frogs. The class had not been able to afford the bigger wheels they had dreamed of, so they had simply lifted the truck body as high as the instructor would allow. The overall effect was one of startling ricketiness. Henrys bag was thrown into the truck bed. "Hop in," Uncle Frank said, and pointed in the back. "The tailgate doesnt drop, so just stand on the tire there and hoick yourself over. Ill boost you a bit." Henry stood on the tire and teetered for a moment, trying to get one leg over the edge of the truck bed. Uncle Frank pushed him from behind, and he tumbled in onto his side. Description for Library After his parents are kidnapped, timid twelve-year-old Henry York leaves his sheltered Boston life and moves to small-town Kansas, where he and his cousin Henrietta discover and explore hidden doors in his attic room that seem to open onto other worlds. Details ISBN0375838821 Author N.D. Wilson Language English ISBN-10 0375838821 ISBN-13 9780375838828 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Series Number 01 Illustrations Yes Year 2008 Short Title 100 CUPBOARDS Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Audience Age 8-12 Imprint Yearling DOI 10.1604/9780375838828 UK Release Date 2008-12-23 AU Release Date 2008-12-23 NZ Release Date 2008-12-23 US Release Date 2008-12-23 Pages 320 Publisher Random House USA Inc Series The 100 Cupboards Publication Date 2008-12-23 Audience Children / Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:145099946;

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