The most frightening story ever told

Philip Kerr

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"Scary-story enthusiast Billy Shivers helps out when the Haunted House of Books threatens to go out of business"--

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New York : Alfred A. Knopf [2016]
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English
Main Author
Philip Kerr (author)
Edition
First edition
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308 pages ; 22 cm
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9780553522099
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Review by Booklist Review

The Haunted House of Books not only contains a comprehensive collection of books about scary things; it's also a wonderland of atmosfear, thanks to proprietor Mr. Rapscallion's penchant for incorporating sneaky pranks, like candles that wink out on their own or a mummy that slowly lurches from its casket. For 12-year-old Billy Shivers, it's a dream come true, and even though Mr. Rapscallion is reluctant to have the boy around, eventually Billy is at the shop every day, listening to the crotchety owner's ghost stories and screeds about how modern kids don't appreciate good scares anymore, as well as helping to plan a Willy Wonka-style challenge involving a particularly terrifying tale. Kerr riddles his novel with references to classic horror stories and tropes, and he periodically interrupts the action to include the creepy stories Billy reads. Occasionally, the novel is more about Mr. Rapscallion than Billy, who's fairly one dimensional (though no spoilers there's a good reason). With an eerie atmosphere and enough jokes to lighten the mood, this will satisfy burgeoning horror aficionados.--Hunter, Sarah Copyright 2016 Booklist

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 5-8-Kerr's latest delivers on the promise of its title. Young Billy Shivers hasn't been the same since being involved in a devastating car accident, and during his recuperation, he frequents the Hitchcock Public Library, discovering a love of books, particularly ghost stories. When he stumbles upon the Haunted House of Books, he quickly becomes a fixture at the spooky spot, which is part bookshop and part booby trap. Crotchety Mr. Rapscallion, the owner, has turned an old mansion into a series of rooms, each more terrifying than the prior, with subterranean libraries, shaky spiral staircases, and things that go bump in the night. Within its walls, Billy finds courage; befriends Mr. Rapscallion's estranged daughter, Redford; and meets a multitude of quirky shopgoers. Child psychologist Elizabeth Wollstonecraft-Godwin professes to possess the scariest book ever written, and when she approaches Rapscallion with the experiment to see if any children can survive hearing the tale without being terrified, an unusual contest is born. Hoping to revive his financially failing bookshop, Rapscallion offers five youths, including Billy, the chance to win $1,000. A wannabe teenage ghost hunter and a band of mischievous troublemakers round out the cast of characters in this immensely hair-raising, ghostly tale with surprising twists and turns. VERDICT Not for the faint of heart, oscillating between spooky and mysterious, this will appeal to readers looking for a fright.-Michele Shaw, Quail Run Elementary School, San Ramon, CA © Copyright 2016. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

After a mysterious car accident, Billy Shivers stays indoors reading at the Hitchcock Public Library until he wanders into Mr. Rapscallion's Haunted House of Books. Within weeks, Billy interns at the shop for free, in love with its history, mystery, and traps. Kerr's twisting narrative, full of snarky asides, a contest, and actual ghost stories, is perfect for fans of Snicket or Stine. (c) Copyright 2017. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Chapter 1     Billy's Love of Books     Welcome to Hitchcock. It's an ordinary town of 250,000 people. When the town got started, in 1800, one of the first things its founders built was a beautiful public library so that people who couldn't afford to buy books could borrow them instead.   Let's go inside. Under a large onion-shaped roof is a big reading room, where Hitchcock's older citizens look at newspapers and fall asleep. And there are miles and miles of wooden shelves and on them lots and lots of books. The Hitchcock town library has over twenty thousand books, many of which have never been read by anyone.   One person who's read at least a hundred books in the library is the boy standing in Children's Literature. His name is Billy Shivers.   If Billy Shivers were able to talk, he would say "I'm very pleased to meet you," but this is a library, and if he did say anything, the librarian, Miss Junker, would make a cross, shushing noise, point at a large sign that reads silence and very probably remind him that "there's no talking allowed in the library." So you'll forgive him if he just looks up from that book in his hands, smiles and nods back at you for now.   Still, silence is golden and, in this case, it's useful, too. It allows you a chance to look at Billy and see what kind of a boy he is. The first thing you'll notice is that he's tall, and kind of pale-looking--even a bit sickly, like he's been ill or something. But that's only to be expected of someone who was in a serious car accident.   Billy remembers very little about the accident, except that now he knows exactly what it feels like to be a thin layer of strawberry jam between two enormously thick slices of bread. Before the accident he was like any other boy his age, enjoying games and running around outside. But since the accident he doesn't do a lot of that. He gets tired very easily and doesn't care at all for loud noises. His eyes are more sensitive to sunlight, and he feels the cold more than he used to, so that he prefers being indoors to being outside. This probably helps to explain why Billy spends so much time in the Hitchcock Public Library. It's nice and warm there. That and the fact that he likes to read books. Lots of them.   Billy had always loved books. But after the accident his love of books grew stronger than ever. He just couldn't get enough of them. He loved the way a book could transport you to a different place in the space of just a few pages, like it was a kind of taxicab for the mind. Sometimes he would take a book and find a quiet corner to sit down, and the next time he looked up, several hours would have passed. Reading a book could make him forget who and what he was and that he had ever been in an accident at all.   Whatever subject you can choose, there's probably at least a hundred books that have been written about it. Billy could have remained in the library forever and he would never have run out of books to read, especially as the people of Hitchcock were always donating their books--most of them unread, of course.   At first Billy's favorite books were all about horses. Then his favorite books were all about space. When he'd read dozens of books about this, he went on to read several more dozens of books about detectives and murder. Next he decided his favorite books were about magicians and wizards. Billy wasn't much interested in books about sports. He much preferred watching sports to reading about them. In the same week that he grew tired of reading about wizards, he tried reading books about cooking, mountaineering, jungle exploration, spying, lions, Scotland and the history of music. But none of these books struck him as being particularly interesting. And then, quite by chance, he picked up and read a book about ghosts, then another, and another, and pretty soon Billy had come to the conclusion his favorite books were all about ghosts.   About the same time it happened that Billy became interested in reading about ghosts, his attention was drawn to a small, dog-eared poster on the library notice board. The poster had been on the notice board for a while and the event it advertised was long out of date, but it was only now that Billy paid any attention to it.   The poster read as follows:     You are invited to the Haunted House of Books on Hitchcock High Street, for a Halloween evening of chilling ghost stories and spooky tales. Not to Mention Our Newest Attraction: The Curse of the Pharaohs. Around midnight we will be joined by some creepy local authors who will be signing their Most Horrifying books . . . in blood. Free snacks and mulled wine, plus a ten percent discount on all cash purchases. For further details, telephone 555-6666, or email Rexford Rapscallion at s@tan.com, if you dare.     Immediately Billy was fascinated. It didn't matter that Halloween had been over for several months and that none of the creepy local authors would be present to sign their horrifying books. What mattered most to Billy was the idea of a bookshop that was haunted. What could be more wonderful? What could be more exciting? What could be more fantastic?   It won't have escaped anyone's attention who has ever been in a bookshop that books cost money. Sometimes a great deal of money. The book you are reading now cost a small fortune and, frankly, you ought to be very grateful to whoever bought it for you. Unless of course you paid for it yourself, in which case you must be stinking rich. After all, why pay money for something that you are only going to use once? Unless of course you think you might want to read the book again. Or unless you want to put it on a shelf with a lot of other books to start a collection of house dust, or just to show people how clever you are. Which is fair enough. But these days, who's got money to waste on books? Or enough space in their houses to give it up to having bookshelves?   Billy's family didn't have money to waste on anything at all and nor indeed did Billy, which was why the boy went to the Hitchcock Public Library to read in the first place.         Chapter 2     The Haunted House of Books     Billy left the library and walked around the corner onto Hitchcock High Street. As usual, High Street was busy with cars and pedestrians, and a large dog growled fiercely at him for no good reason, all of which made Billy feel very nervous. While Billy liked dogs, they just didn't seem to like him. Cats were even worse. So he quickened his step as best he could until he was standing outside the shop.   Billy didn't need to see the sign hanging from a gallows beside the front door to know that he was in the right place. The paint on the doors and the window frames was as black as a spider. The glass was covered with fake cobwebs of the kind that you can spray on your grandmother while she's asleep in a chair. In the window itself there was a sun-lounger, upon which lay an adult skeleton, dressed for the beach, who appeared to be reading a book called Shadow of a Dead Man. Beside the sun-lounger was a large heap of books that looked like they were waiting to be read by the skeleton. These included The Phantom of Foggy Bottom, The Word of Death, Résumé for a Vampire, A Dark and Stormy Night, The Revenge of the House Wraith, A Cackle in the Dark and Creaking on My Stairs. Immediately behind the skeleton's skull was a ghost--or at least a bedsheet that had been painted to look like a ghost. But the most exciting thing about the window display was a large mirror in which the face of a very frightening-looking witch appeared and then disappeared, every few seconds.   Billy thought it the most wonderful window display he had ever seen and clapped his hands and cried out with delight so that several other people who were passing the shop looked at him strangely, as if there was something wrong with him, and then moved swiftly away.   Grinning like a madman, Billy opened the shop door.   Now, some shop doors have a little bell that rings when you open them. The Haunted House of Books was a shop that had something very different--a hollow, wicked laugh, like something from an old horror movie. Not only that, but when you walked in the doorway, you stepped onto an old subway grating and a current of cold air came gusting up from below the floor. All of this was meant to give someone entering the bookshop a bit of a fright. And Billy was no exception. He yelled out loud and then he chuckled as he saw the funny side of what had happened.   The inside of the shop was no less interesting than the window.   Billy Shivers found himself standing in what looked like an old mansion. There was a hall with a dusty chandelier, a grand piano, a big, curving wooden staircase and at the foot of the staircase, a polished wooden desk that was the shape of a coffin lid. On top of this sat a crank-operated steampunk cash register that was made of brass. Billy thought the cash register looked as if it belonged on an old submarine in a book by Jules Verne called 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.   The register seemed no less ancient than the extraordinary-looking man standing behind it. Indeed it seemed to Billy that the man was the most extraordinary-looking person he'd ever seen.   The man was a little stout but not stout enough to look fat.   His clothes were those of an old-fashioned undertaker: a long black tailcoat, black trousers, a white shirt and a black bootlace tie.   He was very old--almost sixty--and not very tall, but not very short either.   He had longish gray hair that he wore in a ponytail at the back of his head and a silvery beard and a mustache that matched the laugh lines on his face exactly, and framed his mouth like an extra set of jaws. And one of his eyebrows was arched like the Sydney Harbour Bridge.   On his stubby fingers were several skull-shaped silver rings and in his ear was a ring and on the ring was a tiny dagger and on the sharp tip of the dagger was a tiny spot of red paint as if the dagger had stabbed someone very small indeed.   He wore thick-framed glasses with peculiar yellowish glass that seemed to magnify the curious gleam that seemed to stay permanently in the white of his eyes. Billy was sure he had never seen eyes as gleaming as these. Nor indeed a smile that was quite so white, or wolfish. The man's smile was so white and wolfish that for a moment Billy wondered if he had fangs and if the man might be a vampire. And yet the smile was not unfriendly. Mischievous, yes, a little weary, maybe, but not at all hostile.   "Can I help you?" the man asked politely.   His voice was deep and resonant like a baritone in a coal mine.   Nervously, Billy approached the coffin-shaped counter. His mother had told him never to speak to strangers, but that just didn't seem to work when you were in a shop and someone who very likely worked there asked if they could help you.   "I was looking for a book about ghosts," he said.   The man sighed and pointed at a sign on the left side of the cash register. It read:     Valued customer: You are in the Haunted House of Books. This means haunted as in ghost, dummy. As in things that go bump in the night. That means we do not sell any books about computers, travel, music, theater, self-help, celebrities. If you just asked or were planning to ask for a book about any celebrity, get a life! Nor do we sell books about the Second World War, television, geography, religion, cooking or, God forbid, sports. If you just asked or were planning to ask for a book about sports, you must be a card-carrying moron. Go away and see if you can find your brain before it gets dark, you pathetic fool. We sell creepy books for people who want to get scared quick. That means books about ghosts, ghouls, wraiths, spirits, apparitions, vampires, werewolves, zombies, witches and hauntings. We also have a large selection for kids. Is that very clear?     "Er, yes," said Billy. "Very clear. Yes. Thanks. Er, what's a ghoul?"   "A grave-robber," said the man behind the coffin-shaped counter. "Someone who takes bodies from graves and sells them or eats them. For my money, eating them is harder to understand than selling them. Never did like the taste of human flesh all that much. Anyway, ghouls are up the wooden staircase, turn left, end room, last shelf."   "Who would want to buy a dead body?" said Billy.   "There used to be quite a trade in the sale of dead bodies, in a place called Edinburgh."   "Then I'm certainly never going to Edinburgh," said Billy.   "I'll be sure to write and tell them that before I do anything else today," said the man. "I assume they'll want to tell the bad news to the people of Scotland as soon as possible."   "Thank you," said Billy.   "Don't mention it."   Noticing a badge on the man's lapel, Billy leaned forward to read it. It read: rexford e. rapscallion, proprietor.   "Proprietor," said Billy. "That means you're the owner, right?"   The man Billy now knew to be Rexford Rapscallion sighed and pointed to a sign on the right-hand side of the cash register. This one read as follows:     Valued customer. Congratulations! Pat yourself on the back because you're not nearly as dumb as you look. Yes, I'm the proprietor and that does mean that I'm the owner. And before you inquire, I started the shop myself, almost twenty years ago. Great idea, huh? And no, there didn't used to be a restaurant here. It was a coffeehouse but the coffee tasted like mud which is probably why they closed and sold the place to me for a lot of money I wish I still had. And yes we have always specialized in selling books about ghosts etc. And, since you ask, the place really is haunted. By a ghost. I've not seen the ghost myself but people who have say you can sometimes see it in the voodoo section. But I wouldn't read anything into that. But it is supposed to be pretty scary so just remember. You've been warned. The management accepts no responsibility for anyone who dies of fright on these premises. If you are at all the nervous type about ghosts--what on earth are you doing in this shop anyway?!! Are you crazy? Thank you for your kind attention. Excerpted from The Most Frightening Story Ever Told by Philip Kerr 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.