Poor Julie Marchen. She’s only twelve, and already she’s learned that her family keeps secrets. They’re secrets that keep her mother, Zel, safely anonymous — wouldn’t the neighbors think it was weird if her hair just grew and grew? — and they’re secrets that keep the neighbors quietly uninformed about the nature of her brother, Boots, who is, after all, not exactly a house cat, and her grandmother, who is kind of a witch. No, really.
The biggest secret the Marchen’s keep is the fact that The Wild, which everyone thought was just a bad dream, lives under the bed in Julie’s room.
It just ate one of the Three Blind Mice. And uurped out… Julie’s Dad.
Things are about to get seriously weird.
A fun and fast-paced sequel to last summer’s Into the Wild, Sarah Beth Durst’s Out of the Wild careens wildly through the countryside, turning the old stories onto their heads, and writing a new story — about family, trust, hope, and the real business of “happily ever after.”
(Fantasize about what OUT OF THE WILD scenes we’d best like to see in movie form here!)
