"The Extremely Inconvenient Adventures Of Bronte Mettlestone." It was my biggest regret. You see, once a year, on my birthday, I would walk to Books and Brum, looking for the one tale that would keep me entertained.Often, I would stare wistfully through the glass glaring at the daunting volumes, as if it was their fault that they were a secret to me. Really, it was Dr Bedlam's fault. He posed quite the conundrum.
" Books are all quite well, but you simply must stay away from those foul, fiends of people, who call themselves librarians!" his moustache dangling by a hair as he flung his head around in a maddened frenzy. Slamming the whip down on the table, " You stay away from such a breed of man, letting the poor into their respected prestige!" Of course Dr Bedlam had never whipped any student,it was merely for the theatricals... except that one time when Charlie Fisher tripped and broke a vase(of no imminent value). Or that time when Marie Mudung had mistaken the salt for the sugar in the cup of morning tea. Ok, I just thought of several circumstances here where The Bedlam had whipped students, BUT that is not the point. The point is that this year, this year "The Extremely Inconvenient Adventures Of Bronte Mettlestone" would remain sombre and dismal,laying on the mantle of Books and Brum for all of eternity. Why? Because..... I was kidnapped.
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Teen FictionBefore you read this book, ask yourself these questions. Is someone screaming? Are you interested in a world-wide gang of notorious pickpockets called the Arcane. Do you know how much the king's crown is worth? Who are the Ravens? Why are you askin...
