The prairie thief

Review by Booklist Review

It's not exactly Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2009), but the splicing of small folk creatures with a Little House on the Prairie setting may give purists a fright. Fortunately, Wiley has created an appealing heroine in 12-year-old Louisa Brody and an involving adventure to help her exonerate her jailed father. There's also humor thanks to the wee Scottish brownie who has found his way out onto the prairie. The book begins after Louisa's dad has been accused of stealing from their neighbor. Louisa's mother has died, so Louisa must stay with those accusing neighbors, and the well-named Mrs. Smirch wields a mean soup ladle. Louisa finds an ally in the Smirches' orphaned niece, and together they discover Angus O'Gorsebush, a creature living underground. Yes, he is the source of their trouble, but he also helps save the day. Wiley's cleverly constructed story, which switches over to the circuit judge's amusing perspective for a few chapters, is not only a fine tall tale but also gives some sense of nineteenth-century frontier life.--Nolan, Abby Copyright 2010 Booklist

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 4-6-Louisa is distraught and confused when her Pa is accused of stealing from their neighbors, the Smirches. To make matters worse, she has to stay with them while her father awaits his trial in jail. The atmosphere in her temporary living situation is toxic, but Louisa finds a bright spot in Jessamine, the Smirches's orphaned niece. Jessamine is full of life, and at first Louisa thinks that she's full of exaggerations, too: Jessamine claims to have seen a gnome. Louisa doesn't believe her-until she comes face to face with the little man herself. Though he seems cantankerous, he has a good heart and is instrumental in facilitating the story's happy ending. Wiley has created a charming, inventive tale that reads like a delightful mash-up of Little House on the Prairie and Tony DiTerlizzi's "The Spiderwick Chronicles" (S & S). Short chapters and the air of mystery and suspense keep the pages turning, and readers will be taken with Louisa, who is sweet and mild-mannered, yet has the strength to fight for what is right. The writing is breezy and lyrical, with lots of dialect to reflect the speech patterns of both the folks in 19th-century Colorado and the gnomes. Occasional full-page black-and-white illustrations are appealing with their painterly appearance and the wide-eyed Pixaresque look of the characters. Some of the characters are rather one-dimensional (Mrs. Smirch is a little too evil; Pa is a little too good), but this is a minor drawback in an otherwise top-notch story.-Amy Holland, Irondequoit Public Library, NY (c) Copyright 2012. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

Louisa Brody is determined to prove her father's innocence against charges of stealing, and when her friend Jessamine tells her about a wee man living in the hazel grove, Louisa knows she's found the real culprit. But who will believe her? Wiley weaves an engaging story with classic elements and a deceptively simple but satisfying plot. Madrid's delicate sketches add depth and humor. (c) Copyright 2013. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

How can Louisa save her Pa after he's been accused of thievery, a crime punishable on the prairie by hanging, without breaking the promise she made to another? Even if she tells the truth, who will believe her? Louisa rides a pronghorn antelope across the prairie and sleeps with wolves overnight, all so she can be in town the morning of Pa's trial. Louisa never would have thought such things possible, but then she had never met a brownie before. (Humans were not the only immigrants from the Auld Country.) Making Louisa's travel arrangements is the least the brownie can do for her. After all, he is the one guilty of pilfering items from local homesteads, only according to his reasoning, the items are payment for his services. Fans of the Little House books will recognize the setting and enjoy the fantastic twist for which the author provides an entirely plausible back story. Youngsters will also understand Louisa's dilemma: She empathizes with the brownie, especially after learning he has a connection to her deceased mother, but it is imperative that she prove her Pa's innocence. Stylized black-and-white illustrations capture key moments and add to the warm tone. Some of the characters are clichd, but the comedic, unexpected, satisfying conclusion hits just the right note. A pleasing folkloric/historical blend. (Fantasy. 8-12)]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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CHAPTER ONE It Ain't Right THE SMIRCHES TOOK LOUISA IN WHEN HER PA WENT to jail, but they weren't happy about it. "Another mouth to feed," griped Mrs. Smirch. Her cold eyes looked Louisa up and down. "And she's too puny to be any help around this place. I can't fathom what got into your head, Malcolm." Mr. Smirch shrugged. His lips were pressed into a thin line. He had the same grim look on his face Louisa's pa always had when it was time to kill a pig--the look of someone who can't get out of doing a thing he hates to do. "Don't see as we had much choice in the matter, Matilda," he said. "Sheriff only had the one horse." Louisa blinked hard, trying to stop picturing Pa riding away on that horse, hatless, his red hair blowing back, sitting in front of the sheriff with his hands tied, looking over his shoulder at her until the sheriff cuffed him on the arm and made him face front. Before he turned away, Pa had winked at her; that was the worst part. She had almost cried then. But Mr. Smirch had been standing beside her, and she would sooner have died than shed a tear in front of the man who had called the law upon her father. Now here she was in that man's own house, being scowled at by his wife, a wispy-haired woman with sharp eyes and a greasy apron. The little Smirch boys, Winthrop and Charlie, stood behind their mother, making faces at Louisa when their pa wasn't looking. Near the table, a young girl with long straggly braids stood working butter in a churn that was almost as big as she was. She was staring at Louisa, smiling a little as she thumped the wooden dash up and down, up and down. Louisa remembered Mr. Smirch telling her pa--was it really only the day before yesterday?--that his nine-year-old niece had arrived on the train from Topeka a week or two earlier. That had been right before Winthrop came charging down the hill from the old dugout, jabbering about Mrs. Smirch's missing clock and Mr. Smirch's lost hatchet. Louisa could still picture the way the friendly look on Mr. Smirch's face had gone sharp and wary, his eyes narrowing at Pa. "I never heard of such nonsense," muttered Mrs. Smirch, hands on her hips. "Man robs us blind, and the sheriff expects us to look after his young'un? Trained to thieve herself, I shouldn't wonder. You best not try any tricks here, girl, you hear me? There's room in that there jail cell for you too, and don't you forget it." Louisa breathed hard, too angry to speak. My pa's no thief, she wanted to holler, but she couldn't say one word. All she could do was stand there stone-faced, looking at Mrs. Smirch. "Don't you glare at me, child. You ought to be grateful we was willin' to take you in." Mrs. Smirch whipped around to stir something in a pot on the iron stove, clattering her tin ladle angrily against the sides. Winthrop Smirch, the six-year-old, snickered and stuck out his tongue at Louisa. And to think I gave you fresh biscuits the other day, Louisa thought furiously. She remembered how that visit had ended and had to swallow hard again. If Winthrop and Charlie Smirch hadn't poked their noses where they didn't belong, she might not be standing in this miserable kitchen right now. Mrs. Smirch resumed berating her husband. "Sheriff ought to come back for the child himself, if you ask me. It ain't right, our havin' to keep her." "It's thirteen miles each way, Matilda," said Mr. Smirch wearily. "Man's got a job to do in town. Can't be traipsin' back and forth across the prairie." "Then he ought to send someone else to fetch her," snapped Mrs. Smirch. "She can ride in the wagon when I take the wheat in," said Mr. Smirch. "We ain't got to keep her all that long." His wife snorted. "It'll be weeks before you get that crop in. And her eatin' us out of house and home all that time." Louisa opened her mouth to protest, but she was stopped short by a giggle from the girl at the butter churn. Mrs. Smirch whirled around, clutching her ladle. "Jessamine! What are you snickerin' about, girl?" she demanded. "Sorry, ma'am," said the little girl. "It's just . . . I don't guess Louisa could eat us out of house and home, seeing as she's so puny and all." "Don't you dare sass me, girl!" Mrs. Smirch brought the tin ladle down-- smack --on top of the girl's head. Louisa gasped. The little girl's face turned red, and her lips pinched together. She went back to churning, thumping the dash over and over with all her might. Louisa felt sick to her stomach. She had never seen a grown-up hit a child before. But then, living so far from town, Louisa had hardly ever been around any other families. After the Smirches, the next nearest neighbors were some six miles away. Maybe, thought Louisa, that was how people in other families treated each other. A horrible ache rose in her throat. Oh, Pa, she thought. How could you let this happen ? Excerpted from The Prairie Thief by Melissa Wiley All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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