The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by C ValenteThe Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by C Valente

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

byC Valente

Hardcover | July 27, 2015

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"One of the most extraordinary works of fantasy, for adults or children, published so far this century."-Time magazine, on the Fairyland series

Twelve-year-old September lives in Omaha, and used to have an ordinary life, until her father went to war and her mother went to work. One day, September is met at her kitchen window by a Green Wind (taking the form of a gentleman in a green jacket), who invites her on an adventure, implying that her help is needed in Fairyland. The new Marquess is unpredictable and fickle, and also not much older than September. Only September can retrieve a talisman the Marquess wants from the enchanted woods, and if she doesn't . . . then the Marquess will make life impossible for the inhabitants of Fairyland. September is already making new friends, including a book-loving Wyvern and a mysterious boy named Saturday.

With exquisite illustrations by acclaimed artist Ana Juan, Fairyland lives up to the sensation it created when author Catherynne M. Valente first posted it online. For readers of all ages who love the charm of Alice in Wonderland and the soul of The Golden Compass, here is a reading experience unto itself: unforgettable, and so very beautiful.

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making is a Publishers Weekly Best Children's Fiction title for 2011.

CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE is the author of over a dozen books of fiction and poetry, and is best-known for her urban speculative fiction, including Palimpsest (winner of the 2010 Lambda Award), and The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden. This, her first novel for young readers, was posted online in 2009 and won the Andre Norton Award-the ...
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Title:The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own MakingFormat:HardcoverDimensions:256 pages, 9.58 × 6.19 × 0.94 inPublished:July 27, 2015Publisher:Feiwel & FriendsLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0312649614

ISBN - 13:9780312649616

Appropriate for ages: 9 - 12

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from ok I personally wasn't a big fan.
Date published: 2017-09-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Whimsical and delightful All the best classic children's books combined into one tale
Date published: 2017-09-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Fantastic and Whimsical This was such a beautiful book. Very reminiscent of classic adventure stories like Alice in Wonderland. The writing style reminded me of classic stories as well.
Date published: 2017-07-04
Rated 3 out of 5 by from did not hold my interest I assume because maybe i was not in the target audience. i really like the author, but not the most enjoyable experience i have had reading her work
Date published: 2017-04-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A great whimisical tale! A fantastic book, one of my favourites, and the beginning of a terrific series
Date published: 2017-04-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Imaginative and emotional A modern fairy tale with a brave young heroine, a ton of imagination and characters you really care about. 3.25/5
Date published: 2017-01-06
Rated 4 out of 5 by from whimsical i can't wait to read the rest of the series! such a fantastical adventure
Date published: 2016-11-10
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A triumph for girls I wish I knew some tween-age girls to give copies of this book to. It is so imaginative, and the main character is such a good example of a resilient, resourceful, self-relient female. This book is simply beautiful, and I loved every word of it.
Date published: 2015-09-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Would recommend this to readers of all ages. This was a wonderful novel for young-er adults and children, but even for adults like me who still want to live in a land of magic for a little while longer. It had the same writing style as a fairy tale and I think that is part of the reason I enjoyed it so much. I was expecting it to be longer and for the plot to go further along, but I did really enjoy the ending. Every character that we met in this was so well-developed, it was almost difficult to figure out who the main character was because they all had such bright personalities and weren't just included to be a plot point for September's journey than never discussed again.I really liked all the big cats in this. They had such wonderful personalities. September was an interesting character and an excellent heroine for this story. I liked the description of children being semi heartless. It adds a depth to September that I wouldn't know how to explain otherwise. She was very fun to read and get into the mind of. She really grew as a person and made some hard choices that as a child I would have made if I were in her shoes. She is a very relatable character and extremely well written. This is one of my new favourite series and I will definitely be picking up the rest of them! Overall: 4/5 stars. For big cats and spoiled brats and children being semi-heartless. Would recommend this to readers of all ages.
Date published: 2015-08-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonders! This book had me entranced from beginning to end! Valente is a great narrator, and the story of September was at times tragic and sometimes hysterical. There were beautiful parts as well. I laughed, I cried, and I read with baited breath to see what happens. I'm so excited to read the rest of the series!
Date published: 2014-06-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I learned many new words Loved it! Not your average sort of story. My imagination has been thouroughly stretched. I usually read very fast but this book had me slowing down to catch every detail. Although maybe that was because there seemed to be details in excess. Definitely give this book a go!
Date published: 2013-09-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Pure Whimsy favorites [edit] I bought this for my sister as a Christmas present, and I just finished reading it myself. I really, really loved this book. It was so different from other books I've read - the perfect mixture of Alice in Wonderland, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Wizard of Oz, and there was even a smidgen of Gulliver's Travels in there. I thought that it was great that even though this is probably considered a children's book, it translates really well to an older reader. Something that I don't like about most kid's books is that they're so patronizing, and assume that the kid can't figure anything out - you get told everything, and they don't stretch your mind. When I was younger, I always read books ahead of my reading level, and they weren't just about stupid things. I've always loved history and the classics, and books that made me go to the dictionary. This is a book that will do that. It requires you to use your brains to put together the riddles and puzzles of the story. My sister just purchased the sequel (The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There) and I can't wait to start reading it! I just have to finish A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court first...
Date published: 2013-05-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A wondrous adventure I really enjoyed reading this book and highly recommend it and hope that nobody in my book group notices this review before our meeting.
Date published: 2013-03-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Captivating, Magical Story This is a book I bought simply for the title - I thought it had to be good! It involves a girl going to Fairlyland, sounds good, and she makes her own ship, even better, she is active and can fend for herself. And then there is the cover, absolutely gorgeous and promises an enchanting book. I certainly was not disappointed. The story starts with twelve year old September at home, bored with washing dishes and her ordinary life in Omaha - her father has left to go to war (WWI) and her mother works in the factory. The Green Wind sweeps in and offers to carry her off to Fairyland: "You seem an ill-tempered and irascible enough child," said the Green Wind. "How would you like to come away with me and ride upon the Leopard of Little Breezes and be delivered to the great sea, which borders Fairyland? I am afraid I cannot go in, as Harsh Airs are not allowed, but I should be happy to deposit you upon the Perverse and Perilous Sea." "Oh yes!" breathed September... (p.2) And so September begins her adventures in Fairyland. In Fairyland, September makes friends, especially with a Wyverary (half Wyvern and half library) named A-Through-L and a blue Marid boy named Saturday, amongst others. September is forced to go on a quest for the Marquess, a girl around her own age who governs Fairyland with strange rules and is feared by all. This is a well told story, with an omnipotent narrator who frequently talks directly to the reader and lets them in on things that the characters do not know. There is a fun, Victorian, Alice in Wonderland air to the book which creates an old fashioned feel. The vocabulary and description used by the author is rich and wonderful, adding to the magic and whimsical nature of the book while successfully transporting the reader to Fairyland. I also loved the quirky humour. The characters are interesting and different and they even have great names. I loved and was totally engaged with September, how she was a bit heartless, but at the same time loyal, eager for adventure, and brave. I found this was a book that I did not want to rush through; I read it slowly so as to savour it. The book was a bit meandery, and I wanted to meander through it. That is not to say it was slow - there was lots of action and held my interest well - but the sentences were so rich and the chapters so full that I wanted to soak them up. I found I almost didn't want to read the last two chapters because I did not want the story to end. Here are some of my favourite quotes that do not include spoilers. These are examples of sentences I stopped and re-read simply to enjoy them again. "Well... what do witches do, then?" September refused to feel foolish. It was hard enough for a human to get into Fairyland. True stories must be nearly impossible to get out. (p. 30) "I can't stop," the shark rasped. "If I stop, I shall sink and die. That's the way I'm made. I have to keep going always, and even when I get where I'm going, I'll have to keep on. That's living." (p. 193) And then there is the art! Each chapter is accompanied by a lovely drawing by Ana Juan. These were perfect for the story, and can be seen in the book trailer (can find on YouTube), which I also thoroughly enjoyed. I would highly recommend this book to middle school children who love adventure and don't mind some challenging vocabulary, but also to adults who love fairy tales. This is definitely one I will read to my kids and they will probably want to stay up half the night trying to get me to read just one more chapter to find out what happens next.
Date published: 2011-06-21

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CHAPTER I EXEUNT ON A LEOPARD In Which a Girl Named September Is Spirited Off by Means of a Leopard, Learns the Rules of Fairyland, and Solves a PuzzleOnce upon a time, a girl named September grew very tired indeed of her parents’ house, where she washed the same pink-and-yellow teacups and matching gravy boats every day, slept on the same embroidered pillow, and played with the same small and amiable dog. Because she had been born in May, and because she had a mole on her left cheek, and because her feet were very large and ungainly, the Green Wind took pity on her and flew to her window one evening just after her twelfth birthday. He was dressed in a green smoking jacket, and a green carriage-driver’s cloak, and green jodhpurs, and green snowshoes. It is very cold above the clouds in the shantytowns where the Six Winds live.“You seem an ill-tempered and irascible enough child,” said the Green Wind. “How would you like to come away with me and ride upon the Leopard of Little Breezes and be delivered to the great sea, which borders Fairyland? I am afraid I cannot go in, as Harsh Airs are not allowed, but I should be happy to deposit you upon the Perverse and Perilous Sea.”“Oh, yes!” breathed September, who disapproved deeply of pink-and-yellow teacups and also of small and amiable dogs.“Well, then, come and sit by me, and do not pull too harshly on my Leopard’s fur, as she bites.”September climbed out of her kitchen window, leaving a sink full of soapy pink-and-yellow teacups with leaves still clinging to their bottoms in portentous shapes. One of them looked a bit like her father in his long coffee-colored trench coat, gone away over the sea with a rifle and gleaming things on his hat. One of them looked a bit like her mother, bending over a stubborn airplane engine in her work overalls, her arm muscles bulging. One of them looked a bit like a squashed cabbage. The Green Wind held out his hand, snug in a green glove, and September took both his hands and a very deep breath. One of her shoes came loose as she hoisted herself over the sill, and this will be important later, so let us take a moment to bid farewell to her prim little mary jane with its brass buckle as it clatters onto the parquet floor. Good-bye, shoe! September will miss you soon.*   *   *“Now,” said the Green Wind, when September was firmly seated in the curling emerald saddle, her hands knotted in the Leopard’s spotted pelt, “there are important rules in Fairyland, rules from which I shall one day be exempt, when my papers have been processed at last and I am possessed of the golden ring of diplomatic immunity. I am afraid that if you trample upon the rules, I cannot help you. You may be ticketed or executed, depending on the mood of the Marquess.”“Is she very terrible?”The Green Wind frowned into his brambly beard. “All little girls are terrible,” he admitted finally, “but the Marquess, at least, has a very fine hat.”“Tell me the rules,” said September firmly. Her mother had taught her chess when she was quite small, and she felt that if she could remember which way knights ought to go, she could certainly remember Fairy rules.“First, no iron of any kind is allowed. Customs is quite strict on this point. Any bullets, knives, maces, or jacks you might have on your person will be confiscated and smelted. Second, the practice of alchemy is forbidden to all except young ladies born on Tuesdays—”“I was born on a Tuesday!”“It is certainly possible that I knew that,” the Green Wind said with a wink. “Third, aviary locomotion is permitted only by means of Leopard or licensed Ragwort Stalk. If you find yourself not in possession of one of these, kindly confine yourself to the ground. Fourth, all traffic travels widdershins. Fifth, rubbish takeaway occurs on second Fridays. Sixth, all changelings are required to wear identifying footwear. Seventh, and most important, you may in no fashion cross the borders of the Worsted Wood, or you will either perish most painfully or be forced to sit through a very tedious tea service with several spinster hamadryads. These laws are sacrosanct, except for visiting dignitaries and spriggans. Do you understand?”September, I promise you, tried very hard to listen, but the rushing winds kept blowing her dark hair into her face. “I … I think so…,” she stammered, pulling her curls away from her mouth.“Obviously, the eating or drinking of Fairy foodstuffs constitutes a binding contract to return at least once a year in accordance with seasonal myth cycles.”September started. “What? What does that mean?”The Green Wind stroked his neatly pointed beard. “It means: Eat anything you like, precious cherry child!” He laughed like the whistling air through high branches. “Sweet as cherries, bright as berries, the light of my moony sky!”The Leopard of Little Breezes yawned up and farther off from the rooftops of Omaha, Nebraska, to which September did not even wave good-bye. One ought not to judge her: All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking things and leap so very high that grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one. But, as in their reading and arithmetic and drawing, different children proceed at different speeds. (It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.) Some small ones are terrible and fey, Utterly Heartless. Some are dear and sweet and Hardly Heartless at all. September stood very generally in the middle on the day the Green Wind took her, Somewhat Heartless, and Somewhat Grown.And so September did not wave good-bye to her house or her mother’s factory, puffing white smoke far below her. She did not even wave good-bye to her father when they passed over Europe. You and I might be shocked by this, but September had read a great number of books and knew that parents are only angry until they have discovered that their little adventurer has been to Fairyland and not the corner pub, and then everything is all right. Instead, she looked straight into the clouds until the wind made her eyes water. She leaned into the Leopard of Little Breezes, whose pelt was rough and bright, and listened to the beating of her huge and thundering heart.*   *   *“If you don’t mind my asking, Sir Wind,” said September after a respectable time had passed, “how does one get to Fairyland? After a while, we shall certainly pass India and Japan and California and simply come round to my house again.”The Green Wind chuckled. “I suppose that would be true if the earth were round.”“I’m reasonably sure it is…”“You’re going to have to stop that sort of backward, old-fashioned thinking, you know. Conservatism is not an attractive trait. Fairyland is a very Scientifick place. We subscribe to all the best journals.”The Leopard of Little Breezes gave a light roar. Several small clouds skipped huffily out of their path.“The earth, my dear, is roughly trapezoidal, vaguely rhomboid, a bit of a tesseract, and altogether grumpy when its fur is stroked the wrong way! In short, it is a puzzle, my autumnal acquisition, like the interlocking silver rings your aunt Margaret brought back from Turkey when you were nine.”“How did you know about my aunt Margaret?” exclaimed September, holding her hair back with one hand.“I happened to be performing my usual noontime dustup just then. She wore a black skirt; you wore your yellow dress with the monkeys on it. Harsh Airs have excellent memories for things they have ruffled.”September smoothed the lap of her now-wrinkled and rumpled orange dress. She liked anything orange: leaves; some moons; marigolds; chrysanthemums; cheese; pumpkin, both in pie and out; orange juice; marmalade. Orange is bright and demanding. You can’t ignore orange things. She once saw an orange parrot in the pet store and had never wanted anything so much in her life. She would have named it Halloween and fed it butterscotch. Her mother said butterscotch would make a bird sick and, besides, the dog would certainly eat it up. September never spoke to the dog again—on principle.“The puzzle is not unlike those rings,” said the Green Wind, tipping his gaze over his green spectacles. “We are going to unlock the earth and lock it up again, and when we have done it, we shall be in another ring, which is to say, Fairyland. It won’t be long now.”And indeed, in the icy-blue clouds above the world, a great number of rooftops began to peek out. They were all very tall and very rickety: cathedral towers made of nailed boards, cupolas of rusted metal, obelisks of tattered leaves and little more, huge domes like the ones September had seen in books about Italy, but with many of their bricks punched out, broken, turned to dust. Just the sorts of buildings where wind howls hardest, whistles loudest, screams highest. The tips and tops of everything were frozen—including the folk that flew and flittered through the town, bundled up tight much like the Green Wind himself, their jodhpurs and jackets black or rosy or yellow, their cheeks puffed out and round, like the cherubs blowing at the corners of old maps.“Welcome, September, to the city of Westerly, my home, where live all the Six Winds in nothing at all like harmony.”“It’s … very nice. And very cold. And I seem to have lost one of my shoes.”The Green Wind looked down at September’s toes, which were beginning to turn slightly purple. Being at least a bit of a gentleman, he shuffled off his smoking jacket and guided her arms into it. The sleeves were far too big, but the jacket had learned a drop or two of manners in its many travels and adjusted itself around September’s little body, puffing up and drawing in until it was quite like her own skin.“I think I look a little like a pumpkin,” whispered September, secretly delighted. “I’m all green and orange.”She looked down. On her wide, emerald velvet lapel, the jacket had grown a little orange brooch for her, a jeweled key. It sparkled as though made out of the sun itself. The jacket warmed slightly with bashfulness and with hoping she’d be pleased.“The shoe is a very great loss, I won’t lie,” clucked the Green Wind. “But one must make sacrifices if one is to enter Fairyland.” His voice dropped confidentially. “Westerly is a border town, and the Red Wind is awfully covetous. Terribly likely your shoe would have been stolen eventually, anyway.”The Green Wind and September entered Westerly smoothly, the Leopard of Little Breezes being extra careful not to jostle the landing. They strode down Squamish Thoroughfare, where big-cheeked Blue and Golden Winds went about their grocery shopping, piling their arms with tumbleweeds for rich, thorny salads. Clouds spun and blew down the street the way old paper blows in the cities you and I have seen. They were heading for two spindly pillars at the end of the Thoroughfare, pillars so enormous that September could not see right away that they were actually people, incredibly tall and thin, their faces huge and long. She could not tell if they were men or women, but they were hardly thicker than a pencil and taller than any of the bell towers and high platforms of Westerly. Their feet went straight down through the clouds, disappearing in a puff of cumulus. They both wore thin circular glasses, darkened to keep out the bright Westerly sun.“Who are they?” whispered September.“That’s Latitude, with the yellow belt, and Longitude, with the paisley cravat. We can’t get very far without them, so be polite.”“I thought latitude and longitude were just lines on maps.”“They don’t like to have their pictures taken. That’s how it is with famous folk. Everyone wants to click, click, click away at you. It’s very annoying. They made a bargain with the Cartographers’ Guild several hundred years ago—symbolic representations only, out of respect, you understand.”September felt very quiet in front of Latitude and Longitude. Being young, she was used to most people being taller than she was. But this was of another order entirely, and she hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and travel by Leopard is very tiring. She didn’t think she ought to curtsy, as that was old-fashioned, so she bowed from the waist. The Green Wind looked amused and copied her bow.Latitude yawned. The inside of his mouth was bright blue, the color of the ocean on school maps. Longitude sighed in a bored sort of way.“Well, you wouldn’t expect them to speak, would you?” The Green Wind looked slightly embarrassed. “They’re celebrities! They’re very private.”“I thought you said there would be a puzzle,” said September, catching Latitude’s yawn. The Green Wind picked at his sleeve, as though miffed that she was not more impressed.“When you solve a jigsaw puzzle,” he said, “how do you do it, pumpkin-dear?”September shuffled her cold foot on the smooth blue stone of the Thoroughfare. “Well … you start with the corners, and then you fill in the edges to make a frame, and then work inward until all the pieces fit.”“And, historically, how many winds are there?”September thought back to her book of myths, which had been bright orange and therefore one of her favorite possessions.“Four, I think.”The Green Wind grinned, his green lips curling under a green mustache. “Quite so: Green, Red, Black, and Gold. Of course, those are roughly family designations, like Smith or Gupta. And actually there is also Silver and Blue, but they’ve made trouble off the coast of Tunisia and have had to go to bed without supper. So the fact remains: Today, we are the corners.” He gestured at the placid Latitude and Longitude. “They are the edges. And you, September”—he gently pulled a strand of September’s hair free of her brooch—“are the middle pieces, all funny shaped and stubborn.”“I don’t understand, Sir.”“Well, it’s all in the verbiage. One of the pieces is a girl hopping widdershins on one foot, nine revolutions. One is wear motley colors. One is clap hand over one eye. One is give something up. One is have a feline in attendance.”“But that’s easy!”“Mostly easy. But Fairyland is an old place, and old things have strange hungers. One of the last pieces is: There must be blood. The other is: Tell a lie.”September bit her lip. She had never been fond of jigsaw puzzles, even though her grandmother loved them and had glued one thousand pieces all over her house as a kind of wallpaper. Slowly, trying to remember it all, she clapped one hand over her eye. She raised one foot and hopped in what she hoped was widdershins around the Leopard of Little Breezes. Her orange dress flapped against the green jacket shining in the sun. When she stopped, September unfastened the jeweled orange key from her lapel and pricked her finger sharply with its pin. Blood welled up and dripped onto the blue stones. She laid the key gently at the feet of the impassive Latitude and Longitude and drew a deep breath.“I want to go home,” she lied softly.Latitude and Longitude turned smoothly toward each other, as though they were on pedestals. They began to bend and fold like staircases, reaching out for each other and interlocking, hand into hand, foot onto knee, arms akimbo. They moved mechanically in their strange circus dance, jerkily, joints swinging like dolls’. The street shook a little and then was still. Ever so briefly, Latitude and Longitude kissed, and when they parted, there was a space between their mouths just large enough for a Leopard carrying a Harsh Air and a little girl. All September could see on the other side were clouds.Solemnly, the Green Wind held out his gloved hand to the girl in orange.“Well done, September,” he said, and lifted her onto the Leopard’s emerald saddle.*   *   *One can never see what happens after an exeunt on a Leopard. It is against the rules of theatre. But cheating has always been the purview of fairies, and as we are about to enter their domain, we ought to act in accordance with local customs.For, you see, when September and the Green Wind had gone through the puzzle of the world on their great cat, the jeweled key rose up and swooped in behind them, as quiet as you like. Copyright © 2011 by Catherynne M. Valente

Editorial Reviews

"A glorious balancing act between modernism and the Victorian Fairy Tale, done with heart and wisdom." -Neil Gaiman, Newbery Award-winning author of The Graveyard Book"September is a clever, fun, stronghearted addition to the ranks of bold, adventurous girls. Valente's subversive storytelling is sheer magic." -Tamora Pierce, author of The Immortals series"A mad, toothsome romp of a fairy tale--full of oddments, whimsy, and joy." -Holly Black, author of the Spiderwick Chronicles"When I saw that this book reminds me simultaneously of E. Nesbit, James Thurber, and the late Eva Ibbotson, I don't mean to take anything away from its astonishing originality. It's a charmer from the first page, managing the remarkable parlay of being at once ridiculously funny and surprisingly suspenseful. Catherynne Valente is a find, at any age!" -Peter S. Beagle, author of The Last Unicorn"This is a kind of The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by way of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland--it's the sort of book one doesn't want to end." -Publishers Weekly, starred review"[Fairyland creates] a world as bizarre and enchanting as any Wonderland or Oz and a heroine as curious, resourceful and brave as any Alice or Dorothy. Complex, rich and memorable." -Kirkus Reviews, starred review"This book is quite simply a gold mine." -Booklist, starred review"Amusing, wrenching, and thought-provoking." -The Horn Book