Binny Bewitched by Hilary McKay (English) Paperback Book

Description: Binny Bewitched by Hilary McKay, Tony Ross "First published in Great Britain in 2016 by Hodder Childrens Books"--Title page verso. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description When Binny finds some money left behind at an ATM--and then loses it--she unleashes an adventure full of "funny, poignant chaos" (The Wall Street Journal). Binny Cornwallis is not a thief. Or is she? In one greedy moment, she snatches some bills left behind at an ATM. After all its her mothers birthday, and just think of what she could do with some cash in her never-quite-enough-money household. But of course she has to hide the money--she cant explain it. And in her tiny house, every hiding place is in danger of discovery. After a few tries, Binny hides it so well she cant find it again, even after she decides to give it back! Now, Binny must team up with her best enemy Gareth, who sets out to play detective and figure out who might have taken the money. Meanwhile the next-door neighbor is doing odd things like presenting Binny with a little doll that looks just like her--with her hand in her pocket, just as Binnys was when she pocketed the cash. Is the witchy neighbor woman putting a spell on Binny? Theres plenty more going on, as Binnys older sister Clem has a secret of her own, and her little brother James is having a kung fu clash with his best friend. Mayhem, love, and laughter run wild in this new hilarious Binny adventure. Author Biography Hilary McKay is the award-winning author of The Time of Green Magic (which received five starred reviews), The Skylarks War (which was a Boston Globe Best Book and received three starred reviews), Binny Bewitched (which was a Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the Year and received two starred reviews), Binny in Secret (which received three starred reviews), Binny for Short (which received four starred reviews), and six novels about the Casson family: Saffys Angel, Indigos Star, Permanent Rose, Caddy Ever After, Forever Rose, and Caddys World. She is also the author of The Swallows Flight, Rosa by Starlight, and Wishing for Tomorrow, the sequel to Frances Hodgson Burnetts A Little Princess. Hilary lives with her family in Derbyshire, England. Visit her at HilaryMcKay.co.uk. Tony Ross has illustrated over 2,000 books that are published all over the world. He has won awards in Holland, Japan, Germany, the United States, France, and the UK. He lives in Rutland, the smallest county in England. Review ** "McKay continues to display her extraordinary gifts (for language, nuance, humor; for capturing human nature and family dynamics) in this third book about the endearingly imperfect Binny Cornwallis." --Horn Book, starred review Review Quote ** "With her usual skill and superb comic timing the author brings her all-white casts brangles to happy, even joyous resolutions. Ross scribbly grayscale illustrations add suitably frantic notes. Fans will be delighted by these further misadventures of the rumpled but loving--and lovable--Cornwallis clan." Excerpt from Book Binny Bewitched Chapter One Binny in Trouble From the New Notebook We have been unpacking the last few boxes of things from our old house. It is four years since they were packed. Mum remembers that Granny did it when Dad died and we had to move. Granny is dead now too. There are a lot of dead people in my family. How sad that looks, written down. I tried it on my friends, first Gareth and then Clare. Gareth said, "There are a lot of dead people in everyones families. There are more live ones in your family than mine." A short arguing calculation proved that he was right. Gareth is an only child and he does not count his wicked stepmother as family because she is allergic to dogs, although otherwise not wicked at all. Clare was just as unsympathetic. She said, "Old people are meant to be dead." "Dad wasnt really old. Not ancient old, like Granny." "If we are going to start moaning about fathers," said Clare, "get ready to get over yourself because I will win." Clares father disappeared when she was six weeks old, remarking (as he dumped two children and one small unprofitable farm on Clares mother) (but took the family car) that he could do without the stress. Clare says he owes her twelve birthday presents, thirteen Christmas presents, thirteen Easter eggs, eight good excuses for missing school sports day, and fifteen parents evenings. So she is right, she will win, and anyway, I was not moaning. I was just trying out what I had written in my notebook against real life. I said this to Clare, and she replied, "There shouldnt be any difference," and I couldnt be bothered to explain to her that she was wrong. But I didnt mean to sound sad when I wrote about my family. We are not sad. * * * Not even about money. I wish we had more money. Before my father died my family didnt have to worry about money. Or anyway, we thought we didnt. But we were wrong, and so we went bankrupt, Mum and Clem and James and me, but not Dad, he died just in time. What I mean is, if you have to die, its better to do it before you go bankrupt. And have to sell your family bookshop and your house and lose your dog Max and go and live in dingy little flats where the damp gives you coughs and there is no outside space and all the people you thought were your friends turn out not to care much about you after all. And you turn out not to care much about them. You havent time. You hang on tight and forget a lot of things. We forgot the boxes. They were at Grannys house for ages. Then we moved here, to Cornwall, and the boxes came with us but they still didnt get unpacked. That was because we were too busy getting rid of the ten thousand bags of junk and ten million spiders left behind by Aunty Violet, whose house this used to be. It wasnt box-time then, either. Just when we had it possible to live here without something making you scream or falling down on you, an autumn gale swept in from the sea and blew great holes in the roof. When you have a roof, you dont think about it. But when you dont have a roof, when you go up the stairs in your house and see your bedroom and your soggy wallpaper and your school shoes filled with rain, and sky over your head, proper sky, real sky with clouds and airplanes, a lot of sky, then you think about roofs. The roof only took a few hours to blow off, but it took months to get back on again. When it was on, but the scaffolding was still there, I climbed up and I leaned right over the new tiles and I pushed and pulled as hard as I could. I was checking that nothing was loose. Pete, the builder who had done the tiling, saw me and came up and grabbed me by my jacket and he made me put an orange hard hat on and he didnt let go until he got me on the ground. Then he shouted a lot, and he said he would tell my mother and he did. So I was officially told off and made to promise not to do it again. It wasnt a very good telling off, not good enough for Pete, because Mum admitted shed been wondering about doing the same thing herself. "At least now we know its solid," she said, hugging me, and Clem and James were also pleased to hear how tightly our new roof was stuck on. "It didnt move, even a tiny bit?" asked James. "Of course it flipping didnt move even a tiny bit!" said Pete. "Dont you trust me?" "Oh yes," said James, and Mum and Clem agreed, "Oh yes, oh yes," and then Clem asked how high Id managed to reach, and Mum wanted to know if Id tried in more than one place, and if Id seen any cracks. "Well, thank you very much!" said Pete, and he stalked off in a huff. (My writing has gone wandering away. It has left the boxes, still unpacked, and ended up on the roof of our house.) So back to the boxes. One of them was very heavy. It was full of great big albums. The largest, labeled "Clemencys First Year," was stuffed with photos and excited comments like: First taste of APPLE!!!! and HOW did Clemency get RIGHT to the end of her cot? (There were four of these: spring, summer, autumn, and winter.) I just got one album, half full, and poor old James had a completely empty-except-for-the-first-page scrapbook. He was not happy about this and wanted Mum to sit down and write four more volumes instantly. "I will, I will," said Mum, "or you can have a giant bag of Mexican Barbecue Fries. They were on sale. Go and look in the cupboard!" As well as the albums there were boxes of storybooks from when we were little, and from when Mum and Dad were little too, and there was Dads old brown bag. How strange to see that bag, so familiar and so forgotten. I knew every mark and scuff on the leather, but I had never looked inside. Dad never went out of the house without it. The handle was shaped from years and years of being held in the grip of his right hand. "Are we going to open it?" asked Clem. Mum said she would rather not just then, but that Clem and I could if we liked. We nearly didnt; it had been shut for so long. We looked at it for ages before we undid the buckle. It felt so wrong. I wondered if Clem felt as I did, that perhaps in the bag would be something to help us understand why he had left so suddenly and unhelpfully, like someone walking out in the middle of a conversation. There is a book called The Railway Children that we found when we were unpacking the boxes and in it there is a family with a father who goes away. The eldest girl, who is called Bobby, doesnt know where hes gone, and she says IS HE DEAD? but hes not. Hes in prison. Dad went bankrupt. Do you get put in prison for that? There is a stupid thought that I used to let myself think. It begins, What If . . . ? I didnt go to Dads funeral. Clem and James did, but not me. I cant remember one thing about it, but I have been told that at the last minute I went out with our next-door neighbor instead. I have been told that she heroically took me to McDonalds, which she chose because she supposed the staff there were used to children behaving terribly. And so they were and so I did, and when the staff heard why we were there, and where we really should have been, the heroic neighbor was given free coffee and tissues and I was given unlimited access to the ice-cream machine, the M&Ms dispenser, and the tap that squirts tomato sauce. I missed the funeral, but it still happened. I know that. I know how unreasonable it is to think, What If . . . ? I hardly ever do it anymore. But what if Dad is in prison, not dead? Then we really shouldnt look inside his bag. I was thinking this when Clem, who had been very quiet, said "Well," and sighed and began undoing the buckle. What had Dad been thinking of, when he closed his bag for the last time? He had been thinking about us. * * * Dad died the week before Clems birthday. I dont think she had one that year, not one that we noticed, anyway. But Dad had not forgotten. The first thing we saw when we looked inside his bag was a little package with a label, a birthday present for Clem. It was all wrapped up with a birthday card for when she was thirteen. A silvery charm bracelet with three charms: music notes and a silver flute and a C for Clem with the C a crescent moon and a crystal like a star. Always on birthdays Dad used to buy extra presents for non birthday people and they were in the bag too. An engine drivers hat for James, and a very loud whistle to blow when the train was ready to leave the station (because when he was three James was obsessed with trains). A thick blue notebook for me with silver writing in French on the cover under a silver sketch from Dads favorite book, The Little Prince. The card with it said, "With love from Daddy. Never stop writing!" In the picture on the cover the Little Prince is leaving his very small planet with a flock of birds to help him fly. He is leaving his rose and his sheep and his active volcano. Dad used to call me his active volcano sometimes, and once I asked him, "And is Clem the rose? And James the sheep?" But he had said, no. He said Details ISBN1481491032 Author Tony Ross Short Title BINNY BEWITCHED R/E Pages 256 Audience Age 8-12 Publisher Margaret K. McElderry Books Language English Illustrator Tony Ross ISBN-10 1481491032 ISBN-13 9781481491037 Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2018 Publication Date 2018-06-26 Imprint Margaret K. McElderry Books Edition Description Reprint ed. 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:137575173;

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