Furthermore
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This captivating and colorful adventure that reads like a modern day fairy tale, from the bestselling author of the Shatter Me series is the perfect gift!
"Brimming with color and magic." -New York Times Book Review
★ New York Times...
"Brimming with color and magic." -New York Times Book Review
★ New York Times...
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This captivating and colorful adventure that reads like a modern day fairy tale, from the bestselling author of the Shatter Me series is the perfect gift!"Brimming with color and magic." -New York Times Book Review
★ New York Times bestseller!
★ Featured on "Late Night with Seth Meyers," NPR, TIME, and Entertainment Weekly
★ A Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the Year
★ A Shelf Awareness Best Book of the Year
★ A Chicago Public Library Best Book of the Year
★ Los Angeles Times and Publishers Weekly Holiday Gift Guide selections
Inspired by her childhood love of books like A Secret Garden and The Chronicles of Narnia, bestselling author Tahereh Mafi crafts a spellbinding new world where color is currency, adventure is inevitable, and friendship is found in the most unexpected places.
There are only three things that matter to twelve-year-old Alice Alexis Queensmeadow: Mother, who wouldn't miss her; magic and color, which seem to elude her; and Father, who always loved her. The day Father disappears from Ferenwood he takes nothing but a ruler with him. But it's been almost three years since then, and Alice is determined to find him. She loves her father even more than she loves adventure, and she's about to embark on one to find the other.
But bringing Father home is no small matter. In order to find him she'll have to travel through the mythical, dangerous land of Furthermore, where down can be up, paper is alive, and left can be both right and very, very wrong. It will take all of Alice's wits (and every limb she's got) to find Father and return home to Ferenwood in one piece. On her quest to find Father, Alice must first find herself-and hold fast to the magic of love in the face of loss.
"Tahereh Mafi is a maestro of words, and Furthermore the most magical painting that ever existed, bursting with color and heart and humanity. I wanted to stay inside this masterpiece forever." - Marie Lu, New York
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Times bestselling author of the Legend and The Young Elites series
"A place so full of enchanting beauty and topsy-turvy adventure, it even calls to mind Wonderland and Oz.... Friendship, family and self-acceptance. What makes this book truly sing is the lush world Mafi has created, brimming with color and magic." -New York Times Book Review
★ "Furthermore by Tahereh Mafi is a surprising, sensuous, delicious fantasy to devour." -Shelf Awareness, starred review
★ "A fast-paced, funny, and richly imaginative story that embraces and celebrates individuality." -Publishers Weekly, starred review
★ "Rich, luscious, clever prose." -Kirkus, starred review
"A place so full of enchanting beauty and topsy-turvy adventure, it even calls to mind Wonderland and Oz.... Friendship, family and self-acceptance. What makes this book truly sing is the lush world Mafi has created, brimming with color and magic." -New York Times Book Review
★ "Furthermore by Tahereh Mafi is a surprising, sensuous, delicious fantasy to devour." -Shelf Awareness, starred review
★ "A fast-paced, funny, and richly imaginative story that embraces and celebrates individuality." -Publishers Weekly, starred review
★ "Rich, luscious, clever prose." -Kirkus, starred review
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The sun was raining again.Soft and bright, rainlight fell through the sky, each drop tearing a neat hole in the season. Winter had been steady and predictable, but it was quite poked through now, and spring was peeking out from underneath it. The world was ready for a change. The people of Ferenwood were excited for spring, but this was to be expected; they had always been fond of predictable, reliable sorts of changes, like night turning into day and rain turning into snow. They didn t much care for night turning into cake or rain turning into shoelaces, because that wouldn t make sense, and making sense was terribly important to these people who d built their lives around magic. And squint as they might, it was very difficult for them to make any sense of Alice.
Alice was a young girl and, naturally, she was all the things you d expect a young girl to be: smart and lively and passionate about any number of critical issues. But Alice was also lacking a great deal of something important, and it was this her lack of something important that made her so interesting, and so very unusual. More on that soon.
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The afternoon our story begins, the quiet parts of being alive were the busiest: wind unlocking windows; rainlight nudging curtains apart; fresh-cut grass tickling unsocked feet. Days like this made Alice want to set off on a great adventure, and at almost twelve years old she d very nearly figured out how to fashion one together. The annual Surrender was only a single pair of days away, and Alice who was determined to win knew it was her chance to set sail for something new.
She was on her way home now, occasionally peeking over her shoulder at the glittering town in the distance. The village square was undergoing no small transformation in honor of the upcoming festivities, and the clamor of instruction and construction rang out across the hills. Alice jumped from flagstone to flagstone, her face caught in the
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rainlight glow, her hands grasping for a touch of gold. The town s excitement was contagious, and the air was so thick with promise Alice could almost bite into it. She smiled, cheeks appled in delight, and stared up at the sky. The light was beginning to spark and fade, and the clouds were still hard at work weaving together, breaking and building as they had been all week. One more day of this, Alice thought, and everything would change.
She couldn t wait.
She d moved on to the main road now, a dirt path flanked by green. She held tight to her basket as neighbors passed, nodding hello and waving good-bye, happy to have remembered her clothes today. Mother was always bothering her about that.
Alice plucked a tulip from her pocket and bit off the top. She felt the petals pressing against her tongue; she could taste the velvet, the magenta of it all. She closed her eyes and licked her lips before biting into the stem. Not quite green but brighter, more vibrant; there was a song in that color and she could feel it singing inside of her. She bent down to greet a blade of grass and whispered,Hello, me too, me too, we re still alive.
Alice was an odd girl, even for Ferenwood, where the sun occasionally rained and the colors were brighter than usual and magic was as common as a frowning parent. Her oddness was evident even in the simplest things she did, though most especially in her inability to walk home in a straight line. She stopped too many times, wandering off the main path, catching deep breaths and holding them, too selfish to let them go. She spun until her skirts circled around her, smiling so wide she thought her face would break and blossom. She hopped around on tiptoe, and only when she could stand it no longer would she exhale what wasn t hers to keep.
Alice would grow up to be a wildflower, Father once said to her. A wildflower in flowing skirt
She couldn t wait.
She d moved on to the main road now, a dirt path flanked by green. She held tight to her basket as neighbors passed, nodding hello and waving good-bye, happy to have remembered her clothes today. Mother was always bothering her about that.
Alice plucked a tulip from her pocket and bit off the top. She felt the petals pressing against her tongue; she could taste the velvet, the magenta of it all. She closed her eyes and licked her lips before biting into the stem. Not quite green but brighter, more vibrant; there was a song in that color and she could feel it singing inside of her. She bent down to greet a blade of grass and whispered,Hello, me too, me too, we re still alive.
Alice was an odd girl, even for Ferenwood, where the sun occasionally rained and the colors were brighter than usual and magic was as common as a frowning parent. Her oddness was evident even in the simplest things she did, though most especially in her inability to walk home in a straight line. She stopped too many times, wandering off the main path, catching deep breaths and holding them, too selfish to let them go. She spun until her skirts circled around her, smiling so wide she thought her face would break and blossom. She hopped around on tiptoe, and only when she could stand it no longer would she exhale what wasn t hers to keep.
Alice would grow up to be a wildflower, Father once said to her. A wildflower in flowing skirt
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Autoren-Porträt von Tahereh Mafi
Tahereh Mafi is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Shatter Me series. She can usually be found over-caffeinated and stuck in a book. You can find her online just about anywhere at @TaherehMafi or on her website, www.taherehbooks.com.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Tahereh Mafi
- Altersempfehlung: 9 - 12 Jahre
- 2017, 432 Seiten, Masse: 12,8 x 19,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Puffin Books
- ISBN-10: 1101994770
- ISBN-13: 9781101994771
- Erscheinungsdatum: 11.10.2018
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"[Mafi s] prose is as fresh and fragrant as the flowers her characters eat, the descriptions so vibrant that at times one can practically smell the words on the page." New York Times Book Review"A fast-paced, funny, and richly imaginative story that embraces and celebrates individuality." Publishers Weekly, starred review
"Rich, luscious, clever prose." Kirkus, starred review
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