The Unbelievable Oliver and the Four Jokers
Brand: Puffin Books
Color: Multicolor
Categories: Books, Children's Books, Science Fiction & Fantasy



Grade level: 2 - 4
Reading age: 7 - 9 years
ISBN-13: 978-0525552338
ISBN-10: 0525552332
Publisher: Rocky Pond Books
Print length: 192 pages
Publication date: May 12, 2020
Book 1 of 2: The Unbelievable Oliver
Dimensions: 5.5 x 0.52 x 7.8 inches
Lexile measure: 590L
Language: English
subtitle: Paperback – Illustrated, May 12, 2020
author: Visit Amazon's Pseudonymous Bosch Page search results Pseudonymous Bosch Shane Pangburn
review: Editorial Reviews Review "The author pulls out a late twist, slips in line drawings (some partly in color) on almost every page, and, for a final flourish, closes with a description of the trickand suggestions for patter. No abracadabra needed to make this disappear from the shelves." — Booklist "[A] raucous series opener . . . Portrayed in Pangburn's peppy cartoons, unremitting slapstick scenarios augment the comedy, as do puns, miscommunications, and Bosch's cheeky, meddling narration." — Publisher's Weekly "With a talking rabbit on the lam, this amusing story of friendship, failure, and success (and an erupting candy volcano) neatly slips in vocabulary along the way. Readers shouldn't have so much ridiculous fun with a book as they do with this one." — Kirkus Review About the Author Pseudonymous Bosch is the infamously anonymous author of the New York Times bestselling Secret Series and the Bad Books. Despite rumors to the contrary, his books are not actually written by his pet rabbit, Quiche. Nor is he the alter ego of Raphael Simon, a totally unrelated author who lives in Pasadena, CA, with his husband and twin daughters. Shane Pangburn grew up in rural Illinois and now lives in Los Angeles with his wife and child. He produces YALLWEST, the nation's largest youth and young adult literary festival. His cartoons and illustrations have appeared in The Daily Dot , numerous college textbooks, and how-to guides. He worked as a children's bookseller and textbook illustrator before switching to literary promotion, assisting other authors on their book campaigns. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 Is This Your Card? “Is this your card?” “No.” It was not their card. The twins, Bea and Teenie, short for Beatriz and Martina, were not impressed. They were even less impressed when the magician pulled another wrong card from the deck. Then another still . . . “Is this your card?” “Not that one either.” “Uh-uh.” “Come on!” “No.” “Nope.” “Nah.” “No way!” “That’s from GO FISH!” “That’s a fish !” *sigh* Every card was wrong. Everything was wrong, really. Oliver, our boy magician, was no wizard. He had no hat, no gloves, not even a wand. He was too small for his jacket, as well as for his age—eight last April. And he lacked the confidence you’d expect from anyone truly astonishing. A magician should at least be astonishing. Wouldn’t you agree? He made one last effort to startle and amaze. “Okay, is this your card?” he said, holding up the four of diamonds again. “Yes!” said Bea. “Maybe,” said Teenie, who was having a little trouble paying attention. “See, we forgot our card. So it could be our card.” Oliver covered his face with the few remaining cards in the deck. “Don’t lie, Teenie!” Bea said with a glare. “I’m not lying. I’m telling him the truth,” Teenie insisted. “We forgot his card. You were lying.” “I lied to make him feel better. Don’t you feel better, Oliver?” Oliver did not feel better, but it seemed unkind to say so. He tried to smile, unsuccessfully. “Maybe you’re just not cut out to be a magician,” said Teenie helpfully. Oliver had only recently started dabbling in the magical arts, after borrowing a deck of cards from his cousin Spencer, who worked at the local magic shop. Several cards were missing from the deck, but it had “all the main ones,” Spencer had assured him. “Anyway, you don’t need a full deck for most tricks. You’ll see, magic is easy.” Oliver was beginning to think his cousin had misled him. “Thank you for inviting me to your tea party,” said Oliver. “You said there was going to be cake. Where’s the cake?” If there was one thing that was going to make Oliver feel better, it was cake. “You’re welcome, Oliver,” Bea replied. “The cake is right in front of you—it’s imaginary. Like the tea. Do you want to play Genius Fairies?” Oliver loved cake. All kinds of cake. Cupcake. Sponge cake. Pancake. He even loved imaginary cake. Most days, it was the only sort of cake that his mother, who was a health food nut, would let him have. He did not love Bea’s current favorite make-believe game, Genius Fairies: magical fairies who were good at math and science. Not Oliver’s strongest subjects. Before he could refuse to play, Teenie chimed in: “Frida doesn’t want to play Genius Fairies. She wants to play Super Fairies.” Super Fairies were good at running, sneaking, and acrobatics. Also not Oliver’s strongest subjects. “Her name’s not Frida.” Bea pointed to the cat. “It’s Calico.” “Frida!” “Calico!” As the girls fought, Oliver checked the cat’s collar. ACHOO! In all the excitement, Oliver forgot that he was allergic to cats. “Oliver, did you get an invitation to Maddox’s party?” Oliver was relieved that they had changed the topic. But not so relieved when he realized what the new topic was. Maddox, the richest kid at Nowonder Elementary, was turning nine that Saturday. His party was the talk of the third-grade class. “Um . . . it must have gotten lost in the mail,” Oliver said. “It’s okay, I can’t go anyway.” “You have to go—he has a pool!” Bea declared. “Besides, if we don’t go to the party, Maddox will think that we don’t like him.” “But we don’t like him,” said Teenie. “Yes, but we don’t want him to know that,” said Bea. “Well, I’m not going if Oliver’s not going,” said Teenie. “But I’m not even invited!” said Oliver. “Wait. We don’t have a present,” said Bea. “If we don’t bring a present, then he’ll really know we don’t like him.” “What can we get Maddox?” Teenie asked. “Wait. Does he have a cat?” “I’m not giving him Frida!” said Bea. “You call her Calico!” “Well, I’m not giving him Calico either.” “What then?” Teenie and Bea looked at each other, then together they yelled at the top of their lungs: “Daddy! Papa! Emergency! We have to go to the pet store!” Forgetting about Oliver, they ran upstairs to talk to their fathers. Left alone at the table, Oliver turned to Frida/Calico. “Is this your card?” Read more