Furthermore by Tahereh MafiFurthermore by Tahereh Mafi


byTahereh Mafi

Hardcover | August 30, 2016

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This captivating and colorful adventure that reads like a modern day fairy tale, from the bestselling author of the Shatter Me series is the perfect gift!

"Brimming with color and magic." —New York Times Book Review
 New York Times bestseller!
★ Featured on "Late Night with Seth Meyers," NPR, TIME, and Entertainment Weekly
 Kirkus Reviews Best Book of the Year
 Shelf Awareness Best Book of the Year
 A Chicago Public Library Best Book of the Year
 Los Angeles Times and Publishers Weekly Holiday Gift Guide selections

Inspired by her childhood love of books like A Secret Garden and The Chronicles of Narnia, bestselling author Tahereh Mafi crafts a spellbinding new world where color is currency, adventure is inevitable, and friendship is found in the most unexpected places.

There are only three things that matter to twelve-year-old Alice Alexis Queensmeadow: Mother, who wouldn’t miss her; magic and color, which seem to elude her; and Father, who always loved her. The day Father disappears from Ferenwood he takes nothing but a ruler with him. But it’s been almost three years since then, and Alice is determined to find him. She loves her father even more than she loves adventure, and she’s about to embark on one to find the other.

But bringing Father home is no small matter. In order to find him she’ll have to travel through the mythical, dangerous land of Furthermore, where down can be up, paper is alive, and left can be both right and very, very wrong. It will take all of Alice's wits (and every limb she's got) to find Father and return home to Ferenwood in one piece. On her quest to find Father, Alice must first find herself—and hold fast to the magic of love in the face of loss. 
“Tahereh Mafi is a maestro of words, and Furthermore the most magical painting that ever existed, bursting with color and heart and humanity. I wanted to stay inside this masterpiece forever.” – Marie Lu, New York Times bestselling author of the Legend and The Young Elites series

"A place so full of enchanting beauty and topsy-turvy adventure, it even calls to mind Wonderland and Oz.... Friendship, family and self-acceptance. What makes this book truly sing is the lush world Mafi has created, brimming with color and magic." —New York Times Book Review

★ “Furthermore by Tahereh Mafi is a surprising, sensuous, delicious fantasy to devour.” –Shelf Awareness, starred review

★ "A fast-paced, funny, and richly imaginative story that embraces and celebrates individuality." —Publishers Weekly, starred review

★ "Rich, luscious, clever prose." —Kirkus, starred review
Tahereh Mafi is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Shatter Me series. She can usually be found over-caffeinated and stuck in a book. You can find her online just about anywhere at @TaherehMafi or on her website, www.taherehbooks.com.
Title:FurthermoreFormat:HardcoverDimensions:416 pages, 8.56 × 5.81 × 1.25 inPublished:August 30, 2016Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1101994762

ISBN - 13:9781101994764

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from if you like Alice in Wonderland The only reason that I’m not giving this book a four star is because it’s not my type of book that I normally read and therefore I didn’t enjoy it as much. But it’s still a good book. I bought this book purely because of the cover, and the author. If you enjoy a cute whimsical stories, then this is the book for you. If you absolutely love or even just really like Lewis Carrrol’s Alice in Wonderland then this is the book for you. For me tho, I didn’t enjoy it as much as I believe other people will. It just depends on your taste. I must give a standing ovation and applause to Tahereh Mafi for her work on this book. The amount of creativity that she must have to of created this world and the story is phenomenal. I really enjoyed this world. I love how there was no chapter headings and that the book was divided into parts that would just say “turn the page for more chapters” Or “Oliver says I’m terrible at chapter headings”. I like how she wrote the narrators voice in this story. It was actually like a narrator telling me a story not just saying what was going on. Did take me a while to get used to the writing style, but once I did the book became a lot easier to read. All of my comments have been positive, and yet I’m only giving it a three star. Once again this is purely just because this book, this story is not my taste and I didn’t thoroughly enjoy it. However that doesn’t mean that this is not a good book and not a good story. I would suggest you try it just like I did.
Date published: 2018-06-10
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Whimsical! The perfect read for children and adults alike who want a bit of magic and whimsy in their lives!
Date published: 2017-07-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Magical and Fun! I was surprised at how magical this book felt. The world created was slightly weird but it fit well into the story. That can actually be said about the whole book. It was strange and very different but it all worked perfectly. The characters were wonderful and the plot was action packed making it the perfect book for younger readers that love fantasy. I'd highly recommend this one.
Date published: 2017-05-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from I really enjoyed it !!! I've enjoyed reading this book and also I can't wait to reread it !!!
Date published: 2017-03-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from great cover i bought this book a week ago i finished it a day it's sooooo god , it just a great cover but a fantastic book as well :) thank you taherah mafi :)
Date published: 2017-01-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Amazing cover I fell in love with the cover of this book. It's so beautiful! The story itself is good. At first, I found the main character quite annoying, but by the end she grew on me. Overall, it was a good book
Date published: 2017-01-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Magical Wonderfully written. Tahereh Mafi's writing is so beautifully poetic. I adored the Shatter Me series, so I had to pick up this one as well.
Date published: 2017-01-13
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Meh I read this the month and I have to say I am disappointed. Tahereh Mafi is such a good author and her writing is so descriptive. But to be honest this book was just really confusing and annoying. The narrator knew everything but refused to tell you ANYTHING about the world. And neither did the character Oliver. I just don't understand the purpose of leading your reader around blindly. There were a few redeeming moments of humour but they weren't good enough to make the book better.
Date published: 2016-12-10
Rated 3 out of 5 by from “Oh Picnicsticks!” Favourite Quote: “Oh Picnicsticks!” “They walked for days. Weeks. Months and Years. ‘Don’t be so dramatic,’ Oliver said. ‘It’s only been fifteen minutes'” My thoughts: I’d like to start out by letting you know this is my first book my Tahereh Mafi so I wasn’t sure what to expect. The cover is out of this world amazing and Tahereh’s words painted a world just as vivid. I have never pictured a world so bright and beautiful. You could tell from the way she writes that she see’s things very differently from most. I think if Tahereh described an ordinary apple it would become fascinating. Alice Queensmeadow (I love her name) goes on a quest to find her father and her only companion is a boy named Oliver who Alice clearly despises. I like when two characters are thrown together and butt heads at the start, it often makes for a comical journey. The quote I loved perfectly sums up the banter between the two characters that I loved. I did giggle often while reading Furthermore but I often found Alice annoying as well. There were times I had to put down the book because situations were so dramatic and exaggerated. It just wasn’t to my taste. I also found that while Furthermore itself was interesting it was too random and I was often confused. I know that some enjoy that sort of whimsy, but I do not. This is no reflection on the writer, just my personal taste. I enjoyed the middle of the book when Alice and Oliver started to work together but then all of a sudden we came to the end. It felt rushed and convenient. All in all I enjoyed it, I would like to read more by the author and it will leave a lasting impression on me. I doubt I will ever read another book as vibrant or erratic.
Date published: 2016-12-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from So fun I almost forgot I was reading a kid's book Tahereh Mafi's whimsical writing style is perfectly at home in this book. I didn't fall in love with it in the Shatter Me series because it felt a bit out of place, but in this middle grade novel about a young girl living in magical lands, it was absolutely perfect. I really liked just about everything in this book except for the ending and if it had been better I definitely would have rated this five stars. The ending was unfortunately too short, rushed, under developed, easy, and anticlimactic. I was left feeling like I was missing something when I closed this book.
Date published: 2016-11-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Not just a pretty cover! Before I start, let's just all take a moment for the beautiful cover. I had never read the Shatter Me trilogy, and frankly I've never actually heard of them, but I saw this book trending on Instagram, and the cover was so captivating, I took a screenshot and looked it up at the bookstore the next day. Furthermore is the story of twelve year old Alice who is born without color in a world where the essence of magic is tied to it. Her father disappeared, her mother seems very uncaring and she doesn't have friends. Then, fate has her go to Furthermore on a quest to save her father with the one boy she very much dislikes. The story is beautifully written, full of unexpected twists and turns, great characters, fun adventures and wonderful friendships. It's easy to relate to Alice, a small girl who feels so out of place in her world, and hides herself from it. The magic system is quite unique and confusing, and sometimes seems to have no rules at all - though I like having a definite system with rules, in this novel, it made perfect sense (you'll understand when you read it). At some instance of the story, you have the author talk directly to the reader, and it really feels like you're being narrated the story - It's quite rare to encounter a second person narration, but it felt as if you were being read to before going to bed, which never happens to me at this age. I really enjoyed it and plan on reading it again, and let's be honest here, the cover is so pretty you can just keep looking at it.
Date published: 2016-10-06

Read from the Book

The sun was raining again.Soft and bright, rainlight fell through the sky, each drop tearing a neat hole in the season. Winter had been steady and predictable, but it was quite poked through now, and spring was peeking out from underneath it. The world was ready for a change. The people of Ferenwood were excited for spring, but this was to be expected; they had always been fond of predictable, reliable sorts of changes, like night turning into day and rain turning into snow. They didn’t much care for night turning into cake or rain turning into shoelaces, because that wouldn’t make sense, and making sense was terribly important to these people who’d built their lives around magic. And squint as they might, it was very difficult for them to make any sense of Alice.Alice was a young girl and, naturally, she was all the things you’d expect a young girl to be: smart and lively and passionate about any number of critical issues. But Alice was also lacking a great deal of something important, and it was this—her lack of something important—that made her so interesting, and so very unusual. More on that soon.***The afternoon our story begins, the quiet parts of being alive were the busiest: wind unlocking windows; rainlight nudging curtains apart; fresh-cut grass tickling unsocked feet. Days like this made Alice want to set off on a great adventure, and—at almost twelve years old—she’d very nearly figured out how to fashion one together. The annual Surrender was only a single pair of days away, and Alice—who was determined to win—knew it was her chance to set sail for something new.She was on her way home now, occasionally peeking over her shoulder at the glittering town in the distance. The village square was undergoing no small transformation in honor of the upcoming festivities, and the clamor of instruction and construction rang out across the hills. Alice jumped from flagstone to flagstone, her face caught in the rainlight glow, her hands grasping for a touch of gold. The town’s excitement was contagious, and the air was so thick with promise Alice could almost bite into it. She smiled, cheeks appled in delight, and stared up at the sky. The light was beginning to spark and fade, and the clouds were still hard at work weaving together, breaking and building as they had been all week. One more day of this, Alice thought, and everything would change.She couldn’t wait.She’d moved on to the main road now, a dirt path flanked by green. She held tight to her basket as neighbors passed, nodding hello and waving good-bye, happy to have remembered her clothes today. Mother was always bothering her about that.Alice plucked a tulip from her pocket and bit off the top. She felt the petals pressing against her tongue; she could taste the velvet, the magenta of it all. She closed her eyes and licked her lips before biting into the stem. Not quite green but brighter, more vibrant; there was a song in that color and she could feel it singing inside of her. She bent down to greet a blade of grass and whispered,Hello, me too, me too, we’re still alive.Alice was an odd girl, even for Ferenwood, where the sun occasionally rained and the colors were brighter than usual and magic was as common as a frowning parent. Her oddness was evident even in the simplest things she did, though most especially in her inability to walk home in a straight line. She stopped too many times, wandering off the main path, catching deep breaths and holding them, too selfish to let them go. She spun until her skirts circled around her, smiling so wide she thought her face would break and blossom. She hopped around on tiptoe, and only when she could stand it no longer would she exhale what wasn’t hers to keep.Alice would grow up to be a wildflower, Father once said to her. A wildflower in flowing skirts, braided hair dancing from head to knee. She’d always hoped that he was right, that maybe Mother had gotten it wrong, that Alice was never meant to be such a complicated thing with all these limbs and needs. She often wanted to plant herself back into the earth to see if she’d grow into something better this time, maybe a dandelion or an oak tree or a walnut no one could crack. But Mother insisted (the way she often did) that Alice must be a girl, and so she was.Alice didn’t like Mother very much. She found her a bit old and confusing, and didn’t like the way Mother worried about walls and doors and the money that put them there. But Alice loved Mother, too, in the way that children did. Mother was soft and warm, and Mother’s smiles came easily when she looked at Alice. Anger and tears, too, but those Alice never cared for.Alice gripped her basket tighter and danced down the road to a song she found in her ear; her toes warmed the earth, and her hair, too heavy for her head, tried to keep up. Her bangles mimicked the rain, simple melodies colliding in the space between elbows and wrists. She closed her eyes. She knew this dance the way she knew her own name; its syllables found her, rolled off her hips with an intimacy that could not be taught.This was her skill, her talent, her great gift to Ferenwood. It was her ticket to greatness. She’d been practicing for years and years and was determined that it would not be for nothing.It would not b—“Hey there! What are you doing?”Alice startled. Something tripped and fell, and she looked around in dismay to realize it had been her. Crumpled skirts and silent bangles, the rainlight gone from the sky. She was late. Mother would be upset again.“Hey!” The same voice as before. “What are you—”Alice gathered her skirts and fumbled in the dark for her basket, reaching blindly as panic set in. Don’t talk to strangers, Mother had always said—especially strange men.Being afraid meant it was okay to forget your manners. If you’re afraid, you never have to be nice. Do you understand?Alice had nodded.And now Mother was not here and she could not explain why, exactly, but Alice was afraid. So she did not feel the need to be nice.The stranger wasn’t much of a man at all, it turned out. More like a boy. Alice wanted to tell him very firmly to go away, but she’d somehow gotten it into her head that being quiet meant being invisible and so she prayed that her silence would somehow make him blind, instead of louder.Unfortunately, her wish seemed to work on both of them.The sun had folded itself away and the moon was in no hurry to replace it. Darkness engulfed her. Alice’s basket was nowhere to be felt or found.She was very worried.Suddenly Alice understood all about being worried and she promised herself she would never judge Mother for being worried all the time. Suddenly she understood that it is a very hard thing, to be afraid of things, and that it takes up so much time. Suddenly she understood why Mother rarely got around to doing the dishes.“Does this belong to you?”Alice turned just a bit and found a chest in her face. There was a chest in her face and a heart in that chest and it was beating quite hard. She could hear the pitters, the patters—the blood rushing around in ebbs and flows.Don’t be distracted, she told herself, begged herself. Think of Mother.But, oh.What a heart.What a symphony inside that body.Alice gasped.He’d touched her arm, so, really, she had no choice but to punch him. Her bangles were helpful in this regard. She punched and kicked and screamed a little and she wrenched her basket from his hands and she ran all the way home, out of breath and a little excited, so glad the moon had finally decided to join her.***Alice never did get to tell Mother her story.Mother was so upset Alice was late that she nearly bit off her daughter’s hands. She didn’t give Alice a chance to explainwhy her skirts were dirty or why the basket had broken (only a little bit, really) orwhy her hair was so full of grass. Mother made a terrible face and pointed to a chair at the table and told Alice that if she was late one more time she would knot her fingers together. Again.Oh, Mother was always threatening her.Threatening made Mother feel better but made Alice feel bored. Alice usually ignored Mother’s threats (If you don’t eat your breakfast I will whisk you into an elephant,she once said to her, and Alice half hoped she really would), but then one time Alice took her clothes off at the dinner table and Mother threatened to turn her into aboy, and that scared her so dizzy that Alice kept on her outerthings for a whole week after that. Since then, Alice had often wondered whether her brothers had been boys to begin with, or whether they’d just been naughty enough to deserve being tricked into it.***Mother was unpacking Alice’s basket very carefully, paying far more attention to its contents than to any of her four children sitting at the worn kitchen table. Alice ran her hands along its weathered top, the bare boards rubbed smooth from years of use. Father had made this table himself, and Alice often pretended she could remember the day he built it. That was silly of course; Father had built it long before she was born.She glanced toward his place at the table. His chair was empty—as it had grown accustomed to being—and Alice dropped her head, because sadness had left hinges in her bones. With some effort she managed to look up again, and when she did, she found her brothers, whose small forms took up the three remaining chairs, staring at her expectantly, as though she might turn their tunics into turnips. On any other occasion she would’ve liked to, had she been so inclined, but Mother was already quite mad and Alice did not want to sleep with the pigs tonight.Alice was beginning to realize that while she didn’t much like Mother, Mother didn’t much like her, either. Mother didn’t care for the oddness of Alice; she wasn’t a parent who was predisposed to liking her children. She didn’t find their quirks endearing. She thought Alice was a perfectly functional, occasionally absurd child, but on an honest afternoon Mother would tell you that she didn’t care for children, never had, not really, but here they were. (There were plenty of nice things Mother had said about Alice, too, but Mother was never very good at making sure she said those things out loud.)Alice picked out a blossom from her dinner and dropped it on her tongue, rolling the taste of it around in her mouth. She loved blossoms; one bite and she felt refreshed, ready to begin again. Mother liked dipping them in honey, but Alice preferred the unmasked taste. Alice liked truth: on her lips and in her mouth.The kitchen was warm and cozy, but only halfheartedly. Alice and Mother did their best in the wake of Father’s absence, but some evenings all the unspoken hurts piled high on their plates and they ate sorrow with their syrup without saying a word about it. Tonight wasn’t so bad. Tonight the stove glowed lavender as Mother stoked the flames and tossed in some of the berries Alice had collected. Soon the whole house smelled of warm figs and peppermints and Alice was certain that if she tried, she could lick the air right out of the room. Mother was smiling, finally content. Ferenberries always succeeded in reminding Mother of happier times with Father, of days long ago when all was safe and all was good. The berries were a rare treat for those lucky enough to find them (they were a fruit especially difficult to procure), but in Father’s absence Mother had become obsessed. The trouble was, she needed Alice to find the ferenberries (I’ll explain why later), and Alice always did, because life at home had been so much better since the berries. Alice had been late and she’d been lazy, messy and argumentative, but she had never not come home with the berries.She almost hadn’t tonight.Alice always felt Mother was using her for the berries; she knew they were the only medicine that helped Mother’s heart in Father’s absence. Alice knew Mother needed her, but she did not feel appreciated; and though she felt sad for Mother, she felt more sorry than sad. She wanted Mother to grow up—or maybe grow down—into the mother she and her brothers really needed. But Mother could not unbecome herself, so Alice was resigned to loving and disliking her just as she was, for as long as she could bear it. Soon, Alice thought, very soon, she would be on her way to something better. Something bigger. The seasons were changing in Ferenwood, and Alice had waited long enough.She would win the Surrender and she would show Mother she could make her own way in the world and she would never need a pair of stockings again. She would be an explorer! An inventor! No—a painter! She would capture the world with a few broad strokes! Her hand moved of its own accord, making shapes in her honey-laden plate. Her arm flew up in a moment of triumph and her paintbrush fork flew from her hands only to land, quite elegantly, in her brother’s hair.Alice ducked down in her chair, the future forgotten, as Mother came at her with a ladle.Oh, she would be sleeping with the pigs tonight.

Editorial Reviews

"[Mafi’s] prose is as fresh and fragrant as the flowers her characters eat, the descriptions so vibrant that at times one can practically smell the words on the page." —New York Times Book Review

★ "A fast-paced, funny, and richly imaginative story that embraces and celebrates individuality." —Publishers Weekly, starred review

★ "Rich, luscious, clever prose." —Kirkus, starred review