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Overview
with cat’s whiskers . . .
and sort of cat’s eyes.
But, is there an other cat-whiskered, sort of cat-eyed girl?
Big Audrey waves goodbye to her friends Iggy and Neddie, Seamus, and Crazy Wig, in Los Angeles and hitches a ride with bongo-playing-while-driving Marlon Brando across the country to Poughkeepsie, New York, city of mystery. She finds she has questions needing answers—and a bit of inter-plane-of-existence traveling to do.
Big Audrey and her telepathic friend Molly zigzag off on an incredibly strange and kooky adventure, and solve the mystery of the cat-whiskered doppelganger.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780547550022 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | HarperCollins |
| Publication date: | 05/02/2011 |
| Pages: | 288 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.00(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.70(d) |
| Lexile: | 720L (what's this?) |
| Age Range: | 10 - 12 Years |
About the Author
Read an Excerpt
i. Explaining
It surprises me how many people don’t know there are different planes of existence. Well, it’s not really surprising that you don’t know if no one ever explained it to you, so I will do that now. Imagine that you live in a house that is all on one level: no upstairs,
no downstairs, no attic, no basement, no crawlspace underneath. You live there, and you go in and out,
and everything seems normal. Now imagine that it is really a three-story house, and you live on the second floor, with people living above you and below you . . .
but you never know it! You never see the people living above and below, you never hear them, you don’t know anything about them—and they don’t know anything about you. There are three families living in the same place, at the same time, and each family thinks they are the only one.
It’s like that, only it’s not houses, it’s whole worlds.
And there is one other thing to imagine. Imagine the three floors of the imaginary house all squashed together,
so it’s only one story again, but the people still have no idea they are not alone. This part is tricky to imagine.
Let’s say you are in your bedroom, listening to music, lying on your bed, and bouncing a rubber ball offthe ceiling. At the same time, in the same space as your bedroom, someone you can’t see or hear is giving the dog a bath, and someone else you can’t see or hear (and the dog-bather can’t see or hear) is preparing vegetable soup.
It gets more complicated. While you are bouncing a ball offthe ceiling, and someone else is bathing the dog, and someone else is making soup, a highway with traffic is running right through your bedroom,
or there is a herd of buffalo wandering around, or there’s a river with water and fish in it. All at once,
and all at the same time. But if you are in any of the worlds all going on at once, it looks and feels to you like there is only one.
Now imagine this: sometimes it is possible to go from one world to another. It’s really rare, but it does happen. There you are bouncing a ball offthe ceiling,
and next thing you know you are in the middle of a herd of buffalo. Or, if you were to catch a momentary glimpse of someone from another plane of existence,
you’d probably mistake them for a ghost. I know about all this—I myself came from another plane of existence to this one.
A skeptical person might think I was making all this up, or that I was crazy if I believed it myself. Of course, anyone can say she comes from another plane, or planet, or that her mother is the queen of Cockadoodle
(which is not a real place, as far as I know). Well, it’s true that I can’t absolutely prove I come from another plane. However, if you go to the library and get ahold of encyclopedias and National Geographics and certain books, you can find an article with pictures of a typicallooking Inuit, a typical-looking Northern European, a typical-looking Mongolian, a typical-looking Bantu,
Korean, Australian, Moroccan, and so on . . . all different types. All different in minor ways, and all similar in most ways. It is interesting. What you will not find is a picture of a girl with cat whiskers and sort of catlike eyes. That is, until they take a picture of me.
ii. Where I’m From and Where I Was
Since practically nobody even suspects there are other planes of existence, there would be no reason to name the one you live on. Besides, if the one I came from had a name, nobody on this one would have ever heard of it. I lived in a city, an ordinary city, with my uncle, Uncle Father Palabra. He’s a retired monk and a professor of mountain-climbing. I don’t remember my parents very well—they went away a long time ago.
I liked living with my uncle, and I was reasonably happy, but for some reason I developed a strong desire to travel to other places and see things. I met three kids, Yggdrasil, Neddie, and Seamus, who had managed to get offtheir plane and onto mine. We got to be friends, and when they went home, I went with them.
My name is Big Audrey.
Yggdrasil (or Iggy), Neddie, and Seamus live in a city called Los Angeles. I stayed with them for a long time, and I even got a job in an all-night doughnut shop. Doughnuts are not unknown where I come from, but they are not used as food. I had fun working in the doughnut shop, and got to observe the many varieties of life-forms that came there, especially late at night.
iii. Where I Went
I went to Poughkeepsie, New York. I said goodbye to my friends Iggy and Neddie and Seamus, and also to Crazy Wig. Crazy Wig is a friend of theirs. He is a shaman,
which means he can see visions and knows things of a mysterious nature. The first time I met Crazy Wig,
he grabbed my head with both hands, closed his eyes,
and made odd sorts of singing noises while continuing to hold my head. Then he said, “Daughter, your destiny is not here. You must travel. You must go on a quest. You must go . . . the vision doesn’t say where,
but you have to go there.”
A couple weeks later, Crazy Wig arranged for me to go as a passenger with this movie actor he knew, a guy by the name of Marlon Brando, who was driving his car to New York, which is all the way on the other side of the continent. I had been thinking I should see more of this plane of existence than just Los Angeles anyway, so I quit my job at the Rolling Doughnut,
threw my few belongings into a bag, and took off with Marlon in his big convertible.
Marlon was extremely handsome, and crazier than a bat. He talked incessantly about health food and played bongo drums while driving. He drove fast, and we went nonstop. Marlon had plenty of fruit, wheat germ, and bean curd in the trunk (and also a dozen large chocolate cakes, which did not seem like health food to me), so we never stopped at restaurants—just to gas up the car. When he got tired, he’d pull over,
eat about half a chocolate cake, wash it down with carrot juice, crawl into the back seat, and sleep for a couple of hours. I’d curl up on the front seat with my coat over me. I made it almost all the way to New York City with him, but about the time we reached Poughkeepsie, I’d had all I could stand and told him I’d be staying there awhile. Marlon gave me a bottle of papaya juice, wished me the best of luck, and bongoed offin a cloud of dust. He was a nice guy, but he got on my nerves.
Chapter 1
The UFO Bookshop
I woke up in my little room behind the shop, washed,
got the big electric coffee percolator started, and got ready to open the shop. This had been my routine since I first hit town. Mr. and Mrs. Gleybner had hired me on the spot when I walked in the door, carrying my bag and my bottle of papaya juice.
“Oh! Look, dear!” Mrs. Gleybner, who was short and round, said.
“Oh! Yes, dear!” Mr. Gleybner, who was also short and round, said.
“You are just the employee we have been wishing for,” Mrs. Gleybner said.
“You will like working here,” Mr. Gleybner said.
“Do you come from . . . a long way away?” Mrs.
Gleybner asked.
“Yes. Los Angeles,” I said. “My name is Big Audrey.”
Mr. and Mrs. Gleybner looked at each other.
“Los Angeles, she says.” They smiled and nodded knowingly.
The UFO Bookshop specializes in books about flying saucers, visitors from other planets, space travel,
aliens who live among us, radio messages from space,
and secret government conspiracies to conceal the truth from the people. They also have books about the abominable snowman, Bigfoot, crop circles, the Bermuda Triangle,
mystery spots where gravity works backwards,
secret cities underneath the surface of the earth, and chickens who can foretell the future. They didn’t have any books that told about other planes of existence,
but except for that it seemed they had plenty of stuff that would appeal to intelligent people.
The store also had a small selection of binoculars,
special notebooks with boxes printed on the pages for noting characteristics of flying saucers you’d see, pens that had a little flashlight built in, and cards with pictures of different kinds of spaceships on one side and different kinds of space beings on the other, for quick identification. There was also the Gleybner Helmet,
which was something like a colander with wire spirals sticking out of it and a chinstrap—this was to enhance the reception of telepathic brainwaves from the space people. Mr. Gleybner made them in the basement.
Naturally, the Gleybners had assumed I was an extraterrestrial alien because of my appearance. I tried to explain, but their minds were made up. They wanted me to work for them, paid me the same as I had gotten working at the Rolling Doughnut in Los Angeles, and threw in the room in the back for me to live in. I liked the store, and I liked them. Also,
once I got started working there, I found out that Mrs.
Gleybner brought delicious homemade sweeelves in the morning, and wonderful soup for lunch. Suppertime,
they would send me to the delicatessen or the Chinese restaurant, and we would eat at the table in the back of the store.
During the day, I would dust and vacuum, unpack books, and wait on customers, and when nothing was happening I could read. Mrs. Gleybner spent a good part of each day visiting with other shopkeepers on the street, and Mr. Gleybner would read, work at his desk, and take naps in his rocking chair. There was a store cat named Little Gray Man, and he and I got to be very good friends.
The best thing about working in the UFO Bookshop was the customers.
“The finest and most interesting people in all Poughkeepsie come into this shop,” Mr. Gleybner said.
Of course, I did not know all the people in Poughkeepsie,
but the ones who came into our shop were mostly very satisfying to observe and talk with.
Table of Contents
Contents i. Explaining ix ii. Where I’m From and Where I Am xi iii. Where I Went xii
1. The UFO Bookshop 1
2. Letters 5
3. People 8
4. Talking Crazy 16
5. Walkabout 21
6. Through the Gate 24
7. The Old Stone Barn 29
8. Cats and Bats 33
9. Back to Abnormal 38
10. Back to Normal 41
11. Fuzzing Saucers 45
12. Pussycats 51
13. What the Professor Found Out 54
14. Who? Where? 62
15. She’s Very, Very, Very Old 66
16. Tea for Three 74
17. Questions 77
18. Quick! 82
19. Yes, I Know the Muffin Man 86
20. Do You or Do You Not Know the Muffin Man? 89
21. They Are Among Us 92
22. Horse? 96
23. In the Fog 103
24. What Happened? 107
25. Elizabeth’s Story 112
26. Destiny 117
27. A Giant 121
28. Oh, Hell 125
29. You Can Get Used to Anything, Almost 128
30. On the Island 132
31. Pirate Pete’s 134
32. Night 138
33. We Play Cards with Monsters 146
34. With the Trolls Before Breakfast 149
35. The Wolluf 155
36. Breakfast with a Wolluf 156
37. Away from the Island 159
38. Harold, Row the Boat Ashore 163
39. Fuss on the Bus 166
40. Mousetrap Soup 170
41. Cloaks 173
42. On a Smooth Stone 175
43. Take the Cloaks 180
44. A Sinking Feeling 182
45. But Where? 185
46. Neither Here nor There 191
47. Jake and the Bean Soup 194
48. Like Mother, Like Son 197
49. Three Little Kids 202
50. Birdheads 206
51. Marched 209
52. Waiting for Midnight 214
53. The Mystic Brothers of the Mystic Brotherhood 217
54. In the Mystic Temple 218
55. De Boom Is De Sleutel 222
56. Sub-sub-sub-sub-sub 226
57. Thump 229
58. Following 233
59. A Light! 237
60. Much More 240
61. Finally! 242
62. Tell Everything! 245
63. Plans 249
64. I Know What I Know 251
65. Razzle-Dazzle 252
66. The Time Has Come 256
67. The Best Ever 259
68. The Ball at Spookhuizen 263
69. The Grand Dance 266