Blog Tour (Excerpt) and Giveaway: Ivy Pocket

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Ivy Pocket is a twelve-year-old maid of no importance, with a very lofty opinion of herself. Dumped in Paris by the Countess Carbunkle, who would rather run away to South America than continue in Ivy’s companionship, our young heroine (of sorts) finds herself with no money and no home to go to … until she is summoned to the bedside of the dying Duchess of Trinity.

For the princely sum of £500 (enough to buy a carriage, and possibly a monkey), Ivy agrees to courier the Duchess’s most precious possession – the Clock Diamond – to England, and to put it around the neck of the revolting Matilda Butterfield on her twelfth birthday. It’s not long before Ivy finds herself at the heart of a conspiracy involving mischief, mayhem and murder.

Illustrated in humorous gothic detail by Barbara Cantini, Anyone But Ivy Pocket is just the beginning of one girl’s deadly comic journey to discover who she really is …

Goodreads Rating: 3.73 Stars
387 Pages
Bloomsbury Children’s Publishing / Greenwillow Books
Get a copy:

Amazon | Barnes & Noble

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Are you ready for Ivy Pocket? The wickedly funny, completely unreliable maid of no importance returns—this time as a coffin maker’s daughter—in this action-packed sequel to Anyone but Ivy Pocket. School Library Journal says, “Fans of . . . Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events will love Ivy Pocket’s zany adventures.” Featuring extensive black-and-white interior art by Barbara Cantini throughout.

Everyone seems to want a piece of Ivy Pocket. Her adoptive parents keep trying to get her to clean the funeral home, even though Ivy’s certain she’s already the picture of a perfect daughter. A beautiful heiress named Estelle wants Ivy to uncover the dark truth behind her brother’s death. Her new friend, Miss Carnage, keeps asking Ivy the most curious questions (the poor, clueless dear). To top it all off, Ivy must protect the Clock Diamond from the evil Miss Always, who seems to be lurking around every corner! A fast-paced and hilarious follow-up toAnyone but Ivy Pocket, which Booklist praised as “a droll chapter book with a Victorian setting and a one-of-a-kind protagonist.” This is the second of three books about Ivy Pocket!

Goodreads Rating: 4.17 Stars
416 Pages

Bloomsbury Children’s Publishing / Greenwillow Books
Get a copy:

Amazon | Barnes & Noble


 

Excerpt from Anyone But Ivy Pocket

I collected my carpet bag from the wardrobe and sat down by the window. I needed time to think. The situation was rather serious. My options, rather limited. I had one pound to my name. No job. No ticket back to England. No prospects. What to do?

I am remarkably good in a crisis—for I have all the natural instincts of a five-star general—so in no time at all, I had formed a plan. I picked up my carpetbag and headed down to the lobby, replacing my anxiety with the flickering flame of hope. The streets of Paris were sure to lead to adventure and opportunity. No doubt I would stumble upon something utterly thrilling. Or I might end up a beggar, friendless and starving. Which would be terribly inconvenient. But on the bright side—how wonderfully tragic!

The lobby was a hive of activity. People coming and going and rushing about. I stopped for a moment to drink it all in. Which is when it hit me—the answer to my problem. It was staring me in the face. A hotel like this was full of travelers from England—and who better to wait upon them than a genuine English maid? I would speak to the manager and apply for a position.

He was sure to love me.

“We have no vacancies,” said Mr. Gateau firmly, scratching at his thin mustache. “Besides, you are too young to work at the Grand.”

“I am twelve,” I declared with considerable pride, “and you will not find a better maid in all of Paris. My talents are legendary.”

Mr. Gateau smiled thinly. “Yes, I have heard all about your talents. Countess Carbunkle had much to say about you before she departed the hotel.”

“Well, there you go,” I said, slapping Mr. Gateau on the shoulder to cement our budding friendship. “So, when can I start?”

“Out!” he bellowed.

A rather ill-mannered doorman was escorting me from the hotel when a bellboy raced across the lobby and called my name. The poor chap was rather breathless. “Are you Ivy Pocket?”

“Of course I am, dear.”

“The maid who was traveling with Countess Carbunkle?”

I was thrilled that he had heard of me. But not surprised. A good maid gets a reputation. “That’s right,” I said.

“She wants to see you,” said the boy gravely.

I gasped. “Countess Carbunkle? Is she still here?”

The bellboy shook his head. “The Duchess of Trinity. You’ve heard of her?”

Well, of course I had. My lady had called on the Duchess just the day before—slipping away from me rather sneakily, and paying a visit to her private apartment on the top floor. Countess Carbunkle said her old friend was the richest woman in England, though she had lived abroad for the past sixty years. Not sure why exactly. Something about a broken heart.

“What on earth does she want with me?” I said.

The bellboy looked alarmingly pale. “She is dying. Please, just come.”

The next thing I knew we were hurrying up the grand staircase.

 


 

Giveaway (US entrants only): 2 sets of IVY POCKET books!

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