The book of stolen dreams

David Farr, 1969-

Book - 2023

Siblings Rachel, twelve, and Robert, fourteen, are passed a stolen book by their librarian father and must track down the missing final page while protecting the book from falling into the hands of the cruel ruler of Krasnia, President Charles Malstain.

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Genres
Children's stories
Fantasy fiction
Novels
Published
New York : Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers 2023.
Language
English
Main Author
David Farr, 1969- (author)
Other Authors
Kristina Kister (illustrator)
Edition
First edition
Item Description
Originally published: London : Usborne Publishing Ltd, 2021.
Physical Description
364 pages : illustrations ; 22 cm
Audience
Ages 8-12.
Grades 4-6.
ISBN
9781665922579
9781665922586
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Review by Booklist Review

Siblings Rachel and Robert live in Krasnia, a country ruled by the tyrant Charles Malstain. One fateful night, their father sneaks them into the library where he works to steal The Book of Stolen Dreams, a book long rumored to be capable of magic, before it is destroyed the next day. Just as they are about to escape unseen, they are ambushed by soldiers who apprehend their father. With this mysterious book now in their possession, the siblings are the only thing stopping Malstain from getting the book and gaining the power to control Krasnia forever. Rachel and Robert find themselves in a race against time to reveal the secrets of the book, stop Malstain, and save their father. Farr's action-packed adventure will keep you on your toes as readers get both Rachel's and Robert's points of view with whimsical narration. While the mention of death and violence creates a dark atmosphere throughout the book, it is ultimately a hopeful tale of bravery and resilience.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Two siblings are tasked with keeping a magical text out of a despotic ruler's hands in this bustling children's debut, a duology opener, from playwright and screenwriter Farr. Following the invasion of Krasnia, the militarized New World Order led by Charles Malstain results quickly in censorship and regulation--especially of children. On Rachel Klein's 11th birthday, she and her brother Robert witness the arrest of their librarian father after he takes The Book of Stolen Dreams, a magical tome "hundreds of years old and the strangest and most beautiful book in the whole library," from his workplace. Their mother's death soon follows, and now-12-year-old Rachel and 13-year-old Robert, subsequently separated, risk everything to keep the powerful book from Malstain and to find a missing page. While Robert is ensnared in political intrigue, Rachel seeks to find him, with help from a mysterious family of illustrators. Alternating between the siblings' perspectives, third-person narration breaks the fourth wall, leavening fittingly dark matter with humor and whimsical details that will appeal to readers of Kelly Barnhill and Lemony Snicket, while a poignant finale revives the plot's uneven momentum. Protagonists read as white. Ages 8--12. Agent: Stephanie Thwaites, Curtis Brown (U.K.). (May)

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A high fantasy of adventure and bravery originally published in Great Britain. Mythical country Krasnia has been taken over by tyrant Charles Malstain. The once-thriving city of Brava is reduced to poverty and fear. But on Rachel Klein's 11th birthday, her father invites her and her 12 1/2-year-old brother, Robert, to come to the North Brava Public Lending Library where he works. It is after closing hours, children (in particular) are not supposed to be outside after the 7 p.m. curfew, and Rachel wonders what her father is up to. In the Rare Books Room, Father hands Rachel an ancient, beautifully illustrated leather-bound book. Then soldiers arrive, and they must flee. Father hastily instructs the children to give the book to a particular person the next morning. As Rachel and Robert escape through a ventilation shaft, their father is beaten and arrested. So begins this intriguing, entertaining tale. With nods to both His Dark Materials and Lemony Snicket, the narrative spins a tale of good and evil, all the while interposing snippets of humor to keep things just a bit sardonic. As the siblings navigate the mystery of the book they have been given and learn its secret, they encounter new worlds and both brave and cowardly people. While an effervescent adventure, the story never loses sight of its timely theme: the essential need for a moral compass. Chapters open with enchanting spot art. Characters read default White. Sparkling and timely. (Fantasy. 9-13) Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Chapter 1: On the Lower Deck of the Pegasus 1 On the Lower Deck of the Pegasus "Excuse me. I couldn't help noticing you are alone. Please, my dear girl, you have no reason to fear." Rachel said nothing. The scruffy man stood in the frozen darkness and smiled. His suit jacket was missing several buttons. His eyes twinkled but were sad at the same time. He looked the way a kind uncle would--if Rachel had a kind uncle. What age was he? Rachel wasn't sure. He spoke again, words tumbling from his mouth like laughter. "You will want to know my name. Quite right! Who am I? Why am I talking to you? Why am I here on this huge airship traveling across the night-sky to Port Clement? How did I get my ticket away from that miserable city of Brava? Why is my ticket for this trip pink and yours blue? Is my mustache real? Why am I wearing a hat in the shape of a penguin?" He stopped for breath. Rachel stayed silent and looked down at her shoes. They were so obviously too big. Would he notice? Would he see the little bulge in her sock? She must be careful. He might have followed her from Brava. From Meyer's House of Illustration. These days you could trust no one. "And you, my dear? How old are you?" "Twelve." Rachel could tell him that. That was safe. "Good Lord! You don't look a year older than eleven! Your name?" Rachel Klein thought fast. Remembered her false name. "Isabella von Gurning." "An utterly charming name. Do you live in Brava? Which side of the city are you from?" Rachel took a deep breath and lied again. "From the west? A charming area. Full of the best-dressed women." He studied her. "And yet I sense in you a different spirit." Oh no. He had seen through her! How could he tell? The man scrutinized her carefully. His breath was visible in the dim glow of the deck's lighting. "No. I suspect you come from the poorer north of the city, from a family of artists. Your eyes are musical, and your nose gives me the strongest impression that you have a piano in your living room." How did he know? How could he possibly know...? "You do? Ha! I knew it!" He jumped in delight. "Where are your wonderful parents? Are they getting you a hot chocolate from the cafe? I'm afraid to say it isn't very good." Why was she nearly crying? Was it lack of sleep? Was it the mention of the hot chocolate? Memories of muffins in the old family apartment? "But, my dear--why do you look so sad? Is it the poor quality of the hot chocolate? No, I see now. Your parents aren't here with you. You are alone. Where are they?" Rachel looked into his understanding eyes, and told him the truth: "My mother is dead." The man's face fell. "Oh, my poor girl. How tactless I am. I could beat myself with a stick! I should have thought that there might be a darker reason for you being on this journey. Oh, you're shaking! Please take my blanket. It smells slightly of salad cream due to an unfortunate accident with a baguette earlier today. You will find out in time why it is flea-bitten and why the design is of watermelons." Rachel shivered and took the rather grubby piece of old rug that he had unwrapped from around the violin case. "And your father? Where is he?" "He's in prison. Soldiers took him." "Oh, my dear Isabella! But it's an all-too-common story these days. Did he put up a fight? No? It was probably wise of him. You don't mess with Charles Malstain's state police. In the days of the Emperor, if soldiers came to arrest you, they offered a polite smile, a bunch of flowers, or a box of chocolate hearts. But these days the police have neither reason nor manners. And there are no chocolate hearts." Rachel looked up at him. His ragged suit. His funny facial hair. He spoke again. "Why are you going to Port Clement, may I ask?" "My brother is there. I have to find him." "Is he doing well there?" "I don't know." "You haven't heard from him? Do you know where he lives? You don't even have a telephone number? Then how will you find him? Now don't cry, I was only asking a question. Of course you will find him, even though Port Clement is a city of seventeen million people and he has no idea you're coming. Why are you crying again? Here I am trying to cheer you up and I only make things worse! My problem, Isabella, is I speak before I think. My mother--a marvelous woman--was very critical of this flaw of mine. Forgive me." Rachel wiped her eyes and said she would. She looked out across the darkness. It was endless and unknowable. As if sensing what she was thinking, the little man stood beside her at the rail and spoke quietly. "My dear, listen to me very carefully. Your brother will find you--or you will find him. I promise you." "How do you know?" "Because he will hear your heart beating." For a moment their eyes met. Rachel felt a little spring of hope deep inside her. And with that the little man slapped her on the back. "Now how about a cup of dreadful cocoa?" Excerpted from The Book of Stolen Dreams by David Farr 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.