Hither & Nigh

Ellen Potter, 1963-

Book - 2022

As they uncover their magical powers, Nell and her new friends discover a parallel New York City called the Nigh, where monsters roam Central Park, Finfolk haunt the Hudson River, and a terrifying Minister, who controls it all, holds the key to Nell's missing brother.

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Genres
Fantasy fiction
Published
New York : Margaret K. McElderry Books 2022.
Language
English
Main Author
Ellen Potter, 1963- (author)
Edition
First edition
Physical Description
408 pages ; 22 cm
Audience
Ages 8-12.
Grades 4-6.
ISBN
9781665910385
9781665910392
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Review by Booklist Review

Fresh clues about what happened to her vanished little brother send seventh-grader Nell Batista shuttling between two alternate versions of New York City, neither one quite ours--as readers will discover when, first, an after-school club the chronic truant is forced to join turns out to be a class in elementary magic, and then, after an attempted kidnapping, she finds herself immersed in Central Park's Bethesda Fountain, talking with the bronze angel. In fact, Potter so stocks her tale with exotic creatures, from tiny sprites to scary sewer monsters, that it's sometimes hard to tell Nell's familiar Hither from the (somewhat) more magical Nigh. But both prove excitingly dangerous places as Nell and allies who, like many of the people and locales in this delicious fantasy, aren't what they seem at first, or second, glance pass back and forth on the way to a climactic narrow escape from a ring of cruel magicians trafficking in children with fertile imaginations. The scary bits are leavened by sly humor and terrific flights of fancy. Some questions are answered by the end, but a general lack of resolution combined with an uncommonly appealing cast leave plenty of reasons to conjure up sequels.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Three years after Nell Batista's brother, River, vanished from Washington Square Park, skipping class to hustle chess players lands seventh grader Nell in the Last Chance Club, an after-school program. She's there alongside three eighth graders: beautiful bully Annika Rapp, once friend to River; cute new boy Tom Gunnerson, a rich kid in for stealing; and hulking Crud, who is rumored to be violent. Instead of doing community service, they're supposed to "perform miracles, help avert disasters, et cetera" by learning magic from mysterious Mr. Boot, who bears strangely detailed files on each child. As her magic skills develop and Nell glimpses River, she soon stumbles upon the Nigh--an alternate realm in which centuries' worth of children, kidnapped for their powerful imaginations, are trained by Magicians to build towering cities with their minds. Balancing the tweens' everyday social pressures with a dangerous quest across the fantastical 19th-century version of New York City that is the Nigh, Potter (the Big Foot and Little Foot series) satisfyingly blends contemporary snark with physical adventures heightened by spell-casting misfires, anxious close calls, and just-scary-enough monsters. Nell cues as Latinx; other characters default to white. Ages 8--12. Agent: Alice Tasman, Jean V. Naggar Literary. (Sept.)

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

Magic isn't just for the good students. Three years after seventh grader Nell's brother, River, disappeared from Washington Square Park in Manhattan, her class-cutting and gambling on chess games in the park land her in the Last Chance Club at school. It's a group designed for students who are close to being expelled and is populated by a motley crew. There's good-looking bully Annika, a former neighbor and friend of River's, who moved after her mother married a wealthy man. They're joined by Crud, a mountain of a kid rumored to be guilty of heinous acts, and Tom--or as Nell thinks of him, The Viking--a cute boy with fingers sticky from theft and his constant supply of Twizzlers. The mismatched foursome wouldn't normally associate, but when Mr. Boot, the club's leader, informs them that they will be learning magic as a way to become literal angels, they're forced to get along and work together. But the more they learn, the more Nell questions Mr. Boot's motives, especially as hints arise that River's disappearance may be linked to the magical world. The book tries to do a lot and largely succeeds. Readers hoping to become enmeshed in conspiracies with links to folklore, mythology, and literature will be in heaven and will readily forgive a few plot holes. Main characters read White. A thrilling page-turner. (Fantasy. 9-13) Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Chapter 1: Room 101 1 Room 101 The whole thing was totally humiliating, starting with the room. Room 101. The kindergarten classroom at Bright Future Academy. There were three of us, each awkwardly squeezed into the tiny, nubbly plastic chairs. Up in the front, there was Annika, the girl who looked like she had been blessed by a dozen fairies at birth. You know the type. She had tipped her chair backward at an alarming angle so that the ends of her long hair, the color of polished mahogany, hovered inches above the floor. Crossing her long legs on the edge of the desk, she aggressively cracked pumpkin seeds between her teeth. Behind her, hulking in the corner, dressed in a paint-splattered black shirt and black jeans, was Crud. He was a huge kid with wild dark hair and a jaw like two fists on either side of his face. There were all sorts of rumors about him. People said that he had been kicked out of his last school for trying to strangle his science teacher. And that he ate kittens. Each time he shifted his weight, his chair squealed in pain. Then of course there was me. Nell. I stole a glance at Annika, who noticed and returned the stare with her cat-green eyes. She slipped another pumpkin seed between her perfect teeth and cracked it in half. Sighing, I looked away. Of all people, why did Annika have to be in this club? I checked the clock on the wall. Its hands were blue oars held by tiny sailors in a red boat that was painted at the clock's center. 3:40. This thing was supposed to have started ten minutes ago. "This is the worst," I whispered to the white ferret in a cage on a little table. Someone had put purple doll-sized pants on the ferret. Probably one of the kids in the class. On the back of the pants was red-glitter script saying Sassy Pants . "Your pants are also the worst," I told the ferret. It stared at me with a peevish look on its face. Then it turned its back, giving me a full view of its sassy pants, before disappearing into a paper-towel roll. The classroom door swung open, and we all turned to watch The Viking burst in. He was new at the school, newer even than me. An eighth grader, like Annika and Crud--a year older than I was. He had a name, of course, but I didn't know it. In my head I'd always called him The Viking. Not because he was a big muscly kid or anything. I mean, he was tall, but on the thin side. I called him The Viking because he always wore a Viking hat to school. Not the kind with the horns. Real Vikings didn't wear those, anyway. His was a green cap with brown fur around its rim. He had egg yolk-colored hair that hung down to his shoulders, and his eyes were a pale blue with pinched pupils that looked as though he had been staring out to sea too long. A red Twizzler was sticking out of his mouth. He removed it and asked, "Is this detention?" Annika had been watching him with undisguised interest. Now she replied in her raspy voice, "It's called the Last Chance Club." She rolled her eyes at the name. "You know... they make you do community service work instead of being expelled. So you'll become a better human being. Supposably." "Suppo sed ly," I muttered. The Viking popped the Twizzler back into his mouth and sat down at the chair nearest him. He looked around the classroom, his eyes lingering on Annika. Shocker , I thought. His gaze moved to Crud, his eyebrows lifting at the sight of such a monster, then to me. I glanced away, but the next moment I heard his chair scraping against the floor as he dragged it next to mine. He sat there for a moment in silence while I pretended he didn't exist. "So what's your story?" he asked. I glanced at him. He was watching me--I mean, really studying me, which hardly anyone ever does, except my father. It was very annoying. "I don't have a story." "Yes, you do," he said. "And you know what else?" I hesitated, then said, "What else?" I tried to make my voice sound bored. But to be honest, I was very curious. Because the thing is, I do have a story. Annika knew my story--or part of it, anyway. Up until now, I had thought that she hadn't told anyone at school, but maybe I was wrong. "I bet your story is a doozy, that's what," The Viking said. "So let's hear it." I felt a strange mix of relief that he didn't actually know my story, but also irritation that he wasn't wrong. It was a doozy. He leaned in close to me, waiting. In my peripheral vision, I could see Annika watching us. I heard the hard crack of another pumpkin seed. I forced myself to look at him directly, to focus on the tiny white spot of light reflected in his pupils. It's what Kingsley taught me to do when an opponent accuses me of cheating. "Go away," I told him. He started to say something else, but to my relief the door opened again, and a tall, square-faced man stormed in. Excerpted from Hither and Nigh by Ellen Potter All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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