The Charlatan’s Boy releases five weeks from today, on October 5. By way of foretaste, I offer up the chapter titles for the first half of the book. They should give you an idea of what you can expect. So might the illustration to the left. It is the frontispiece, done by the exceedingly talented Abe Goolsby. Here’s something you probably didn’t know about Abe: he taught himself Latin, which he speaks with an Italian accent. And why shouldn’t Latin be spoken in an Italian accent? If you’re a publisher, you need to know Abe. He does great work.
Now, for those chapter titles…
In which I jump out of a box and play the Wild Man of the Feechiefen Swamp
In which we get out of the feechie trade and I begin my formal education
In which I take up a new trade and get flabbergasted
In which I find a mama
In which Floyd and me take up phrenology
In which I ruin a feller’s hairdo and nearbout get smashed for it
In which we leave a hundred villages wanting more and Floyd hits on the biggest scheme yet
In which we build a roaring machine
In which we surprise some cattle drovers
In which a singing dog causes a fistfight
In which we meet the Blossom of Bonifay, the Chalkboard Bully, and the world’s most beautiful eighty-two-year-old
In which I cause a whole new kind of rumpus at the stock market
Just last night my oldest daughter Laney (almost 9) came in and said that she didn’t have any books “full of adventure” to read on her own. I’m reading North! Or Be Eaten at bedtime to all 3 kids, but she wanted something for herself. I handed her the Charlatan’s Boy, and she went back to her room. About an hour later as I closed Bark Of The Bog Owl and turned off the light on my nightstand I heard Laney coming down the stairs. She was giggling, and wanted to ask me what the word “flabbergasted” meant. She was well into chapter 3 and said she loved it. “There are all sorts of made up words!” All that to say that you made us late for school this morning on account of we all stayed up too late reading your books. Thanks.
@ Aaron, I’m willing to bet that a Jonathan Rogers book is better than school 99 times out of a 100.
I agree completely, Sally. And so do my kids.