The door to the lost

Jaleigh Johnson

Book - 2018

"After a mysterious accident that closes a portal to another world, magic is banned in Talhaven. But there are those like Rook who are stranded in Talhaven and still have the power to wield magic. Living in exile, a stranger offers Rook and her friend safety, but appearances can be deceiving and the pair soon find themselves in serious danger"--

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Genres
Fantasy fiction
Published
New York : Delacorte Press [2018]
Language
English
Main Author
Jaleigh Johnson (author)
Edition
First Edition
Physical Description
292 pages ; 22 cm
Audience
800L
ISBN
9781101933169
9781101933183
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Review by New York Times Review

SOME BOOKS ARE like tour guides. Grinning, they whisk you through enchanted avenues, each carefree laugh rehearsed and calculated, each anecdote sliding a little too smoothly into place. All the while, your eye wanders down the crooked back streets, and you wonder what myth and magic really goes on down there, what true, dirty, uncomfortable histories have been covered over. Other books feel more like an old friend - they take you by the hand and lead you through their hometown, explaining what needs to be explained, trusting you'll figure out the rest. THE HIDDEN STAR (CASSAVA REPUBLIC PRESS, 210 PP., $17.95; AGES 10 AND UP), the third and final novel by the South African novelist K. Sello Duiker (who died in 2005), immediately and refreshingly places itself in the second category. It has no interest in translating itself or its humanity for an outside gaze. It doesn't bother italicizing nonEnglish words or even telling us what they mean; we'll figure it out, or look it up, or not. Instead, "The Hidden Star" launches us right into the story: 11-year-old Nolitye, a rock collector who lives with her mom outside the suburbs of Soweto in a dusty township called Phola, discovers a powerful stone that not only grants her wishes and makes her giggle, it also leads her on a magical quest to collect a series of enchanted items. Along the way, she is thrust into a vast supernatural struggle among entities that roam the late-night streets of Phola, some of whom have been snatching up children. Nolitye gathers a crew around her, including her best friend, Bheki, and Four Eyes, who was initially a reluctant member of the local gang of bullies, the Spoilers. Amid the gradual gathering of supernatural mayhem, daily life in Phola trudges on: The kids go to school, deal with their families, navigate various class distinctions, hang out with street dogs (who have their own internal strife to deal with, in a delightful subplot) and stand up to the Spoilers, led by Rotten Nellie. This last bit weaves in nicely with the larger story, though it also relies on some unnecessary weight-based slapstick. The magic reveals itself gradually, and it is deeply entwined with the vivid world Duiker has created. From the beginning, we find out that kids in Phola can understand and talk to the local street dogs. It's simply a part of life (only certain drunken adults seem to have the same ability - a nuance I was happy to see never explained). Only at the very end do we end up in a whole other magical realm, but by the time we've gotten there and the fantastical creatures and talking animals start to show up in legion, we're already so used to the slow build of imaginary elements that it feels as if this other world has been there all along, lurking, waiting. "The Hidden Star" expands in concentric circles. The plot sometimes seems to amble, but not in an aimless way. While it has its own rhythm and cadence, it never stalls out or drags, just slides along toward its finale as the mystery unravels amid daily life in the townships. Here is the book as old friend, not cheesy tour guide, and so it shows us the old men on their stoops, the early morning exodus of workers to Soweto, the quiet, sometimes contentious way a neighborhood collectively mourns its lost children and holds tight to the ones it has left. In one lovely passage, Nolitye reaches a spaza shop "just as the sun disappears below the horizon. The sky is awash with a deep red color.... A cloud of smoke hangs above Phola, but it is not thick enough to blot out the moon that is climbing up behind the shanties." And in this tiny moment of balance between day and night, Duiker seems to paint the whole universe spinning on its axis around the churning events of his story. Duiker has created a vibrant cityscape populated by living, breathing, multifaceted human beings who seem a world away from the faceless Hollywood stock characters we see so often in depictions of African poverty. Sure, magic ripples just below the surface of these moonlit streets, but first and foremost we learn about life in this neighborhood, the loves and losses and labors of its residents. It is neither idealized haven nor melodramatic hellscape, but something much more alive. Simply put, it's a home. THE VERY ELEMENT of magic itself is at stake in the door to the lost (delacorte, 305 PP., $16.99; AGES 10 AND UP), by Jaleigh Johnson. In a world called Talhaven, magic is used somewhat like electricity, after having been imported by the Vorans, mysterious wizards from another dimension, via a wormhole that one day self-destructed. Only a dwindling supply of magic was left, along with a boat full of Voran children who have no memories of life before the Great Catastrophe. Talhaven collectively blames the children for all that went wrong. Magic, now a rare commodity, is labeled dangerous and bad, and the refugees barely scrape by doing magical favors in the Night Market and trying to avoid the Constables and the vigilante Red Watchers, as well as the zombified sufferers of a strange new disease called the Frenzy. The refreshing heart of this fun, exciting story, though, is friendship. When we meet Rook and Drift, both refugees from Vora, they are already the best of friends. It's a pleasure watching them hang on to that when an illicit transaction goes awry, and they try to piece together their shattered pasts and find a way back to a homeland they don't remember. Johnson, whose previous books include the World of Solace series, has written an imaginative and memorable tale, but there are stumbles along the way. Some details feel overly familiar, and there are a few clumsy reveals and reversals. The story initially presents itself as a complex, timely meditation on the struggles of a refugee trapped between two worlds, an adventure with a thoughtful, nuanced core. Toward the end, "The Door to the Lost" seems to discard the hard work it did building a complex, xenophobic society, giving way to a more simplified warning about the dangers of fighting oppression too fervently. As a result, we're never really sure just what we're up against until it's too late to make sense of it as a palpable threat. But the many well-rendered, imaginative and heartfelt scenes along the way make the journey worthwhile. At one point, Rook, whose magic power is the ability to open up doorways just by drawing them in chalk, creates a tiny entranceway to a music club late on a sleepless night. The performers unknowingly serenade our heroes to sleep: "The high, pure notes drifted into the room like a welcome guest. A moment later, the violin joined in, and the two musicians played the song together as if they had done so since birth. A lullaby, just as Rook had asked." Elsewhere, Johnson describes a magical fox's bristling and then coming around to trusting with such vivid, thoughtful prose, the character seems to saunter off the page, fully alive. Talhaven blames its children for all that went wrong. daniel JOSE older is the author of the Shadowshaper series. His latest book, "Dactyl Hill Squad," will be published next month.

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Review by Booklist Review

The people of Talhaven have always lived in harmony with the wizards from Vora, who brought magic in exchange for goods. That is, until the day a ship full of child refugees with amnesia entered the portal, and a catastrophic explosion marked the end of all Talhaven's magic. In retaliation, the people of Talhaven exile the children, who all have magical powers, and they've been running ever since. Johnson throws readers right into the thick of the story, wasting very little time on exposition and instead focusing on the plight of two exiles, Rook and Drift, who do small jobs with their powers while avoiding the authorities. When Rook finds a magical door just as threats of another explosion loom on the horizon, she must choose between saving a world that would rather see her dead or letting it burn. Johnson's immersive world building is vivid enough that readers should have no trouble learning the rules and history of the imaginative setting, and the fast-paced action, compelling characters, and one cute magical fox will keep fantasy-loving kids hooked.--Pino, Kristina Copyright 2018 Booklist

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 4-7-Rook has no memories of her homeworld, but she desperately wants to get back to it. Two years ago, an explosion destroyed the portal to the realm of Vora, leaving the world of Talhaven with decaying, dangerous magic and a skyship full of magically gifted Voran children with no memories. Now Rook, who has the ability to create doors to anywhere, and Drift, another exiled child, are on the run. When a magical job attracts the attention of Talhaven's authorities and a Voran wizard named Dozana, the two are forced on an adventure to save their new world and discover the true meaning of home. While the book begins slowly with some repetitive world-building, once the action starts, it doesn't stop. The narrative takes time to balance copious action scenes with heartfelt explorations of the meanings of friendship and family. Rook is a strong character, going through a clear arc-initially scared of her powers and then confident in her own ability-who learns that she had already found what she was searching for years ago. The adult characters, while often sliding into caricature, do provide enlightening foils and, ultimately, give Rook and Drift a positive model for how to use their burgeoning abilities. VERDICT Fans of portal fantasies, steampunk, and action-driven books will find this an entertaining read and will be left wanting more from Talhaven. Purchase where fantasy and action are popular with middle grade readers.-Bridgid Gallagher-Sauter, The Public Library of Cincinnati and Hamilton County © Copyright 2018. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

When magic disappeared from Talhaven, children with magical talents were forced into hiding. But two of these outcasts, girls Rook and Drift, band together to try to find their way home and are joined by a shape-shifting boy and a wizard with questionable motives. Magical doorways, giant spiders, and the like add suspense, but the deep bond of friendship between the girls sets this stirring fantasy apart. (c) Copyright 2019. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

The fate of amnesiac magical exiles and their adopted xenophobic hometown depends on a girl, some chalk, and her singular power. Rook makes doors, but she's not a carpenter. She uses chalk and the magic that courses through her to open portals. She and a boatload of magical kids were shipped parentless from the world of Vora into the harbor of Regara minutes before an explosion closed the portal between worlds, erased the memories of the Voran children, and made Regarans instantly distrust magic. Voran orphans have been corralled and a wall built (sound familiar?) to dam up magic residue from the Great Catastrophe. In the aftermath, Rook has joined forces with Drift (who can "fly" by manipulating air) to make a home, sell black-market doors, and avoid authorities. Regara's inability to endure the strain of leftover magic makes Rook desperate to get Drift and herself to Vora (not the mysterious forest that keeps appearing when she draws doors). This need accelerates when their income is compromised and the twosome adds another: a shape-shifting boy aptly named Fox. The exquisite worldbuilding will please steadfast fans of Johnson's other Solace books. The Voran magic isn't a gimmick, as it causes complications, unpredictability, and danger. Rook, Drift, and Fox are white, and there are some supporting olive and brown characters. Apropos themes of refugees and found families are addressed in a way that retains fantasy flavor while realistically presenting the brutality of ignorance and beauty of humanity.Your new favorite fantasy. (maps) (Fantasy. 10-14) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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"You can't run from us, exile!"   That's what you think. Rook pelted down the backstreets of Regara's merchant district and docks, her lips twisted in a grim smile. For as long as she could remember, Rook had been running, and she was getting very good at it.   She reached out and snatched the rail of the nearest building's fire escape, using her momentum to swing around the corner into a dark alley. Her foot splashed down in a deep, fishy-smelling puddle that had swallowed a portion of the cobblestoned street. Mud and icy water soaked her socks and pant legs. Rook ground her teeth in irritation.   It was time to get out of here. Obviously, the Night Market wasn't taking place in Fish Side tonight, but that hadn't stopped the constables from laying a trap for anyone who came looking for it here.   The problem with holding a secret, movable market once a month was that, well, it had to be secret, and it had to keep moving. It wasn't exactly something you could advertise. Come one! Come all! Get your black-market magic here! We've got the goods that can--literally--blow away the competition!   "Cut off the alley! We've got her!"   The voices echoed from two streets behind her, and were closing in fast. Rook barreled toward the brick wall that dead-ended the alley, her piece of yellow chalk already clutched in one sweaty hand. She skidded to a stop and drew a rectangle as tall and wide as her body on the uneven surface of the bricks. Her thoughts centered on her next destination, repeating it in every beat of her pounding heart.   Skeleton Yard.   Skeleton Yard.   Oh please oh please let the market be at Skeleton Yard.   Fear and magic flooded Rook's veins. Both sensations were as familiar as breathing, but still, she faltered. Would her power take her where she asked this time? Lately, it had been failing her more and more often.   The yellow scrawl on the bricks snapped into rigid lines with a crack, as if an invisible hand had picked up one end of each and tugged it into place. A puff of chalk dust sparkled in the air, and the lines began to glow. Brightly they shone, until the chalk could no longer contain the light, shooting golden rays out from the wall.   There came the deep rumble of stone scraping stone, and one by one, the bricks in the wall popped free of their mortar and pushed outward with a loud kachunk kachunk kachunk sound. Dust choked the air, blurring the scene before Rook's eyes. The stone scraping changed to the cadence of wood creaking and warping, a shrill sound that rang in her ears.   Then, as quickly as the noises began, they stopped. When the mortar dust settled, it revealed a startling sight--a cherrywood door nested within the surrounding bricks, as naturally as if it had always been part of the builder's plan.   But the transformation didn't end there. Tendrils of gold light sprang from two points along the left side of the door, coiling in the shape of leaves and ropey vines that melted into the wood and solidified into polished brass hinges. Rook shifted her attention to the right side of the door, where a small mushroom of light sprouted into a shiny doorknob. She could just make out her distorted reflection on its surface.   The instant the knob became solid, Rook seized it and yanked the door open. Behind her, uniformed constables poured into the alley, shouting and blowing shrill whistles. Rook ignored them and focused on the open field beyond the door's threshold, lit by silvery moonlight and smelling of wild mint and wet grass.   Anywhere is better than here. Rook dove through, slamming the magical door in the faces of the constables. Excerpted from The Door to the Lost by Jaleigh Johnson 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.