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The Quigleys
Mason, Simon, 1962-
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Publication Information:
Oxford ; New York : D. Fickling Books, 2002.
Physical Description:
148 pages : illustrations ; 24 cm
The adventures and misadventures of the four members of the Quigley family--Mum, Dad, Lucy, and Will.
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Accelerated Reader AR MG 4.2 2.0 61278.
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Four funny and fabulous stories told by each member of the unforgettable Quigley family. Meet Dad, Mum, Will, and Lucy, whose hilarious exploits have created a modern classic for bedtime reading, a treat to be enjoyed by both old and young.

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Booklist Review

Gr. 2^-4. The Quigley family comprises two parents and their two children, who have a tendency to do things their own way--especially stubborn, amusing Lucy. If they seem like the Quimbys (with Lucy resembling the stubborn, amusing Ramona), the likeness may or may not be intentional. But there are two differences: instead of an older sister, Lucy has a brother named Will, and the Quigleys are British. A generation of readers raised on Rowling and Dahl won't be deterred by the Briticisms, but it would have been better had Mason actually stated that the story takes place in the U.K. and explained unfamiliar terms such as the Beano magazine that Will constantly carries with him. There are four chapters, one for each member of the family. Lucy's is the strongest section; she refuses to wear her flower girl dress to a wedding and makes a bee costume, instead. The book is short, the typeface is large, and the scrawled ink drawings are friendly. They resemble the pictures in, well, you know. --Ilene Cooper

Publisher's Weekly Review

Mason, a British novelist making his children's book debut, affects a blithe tone for this engaging bit of fluff about the humorous vexations of an ordinary British family. A quartet of chapters introduces the Quigleys Dad, Lucy, Mum and Will each of whom commandeers a separate adventure. For instance, disaster almost strikes when Dad baby-sits the neighbors' children and one of them disappears while Dad is distracted by a football (soccer) match on television (she's eventually found asleep inside a duvet cover). For her star turn, Lucy insists on wearing a bee costume instead of a bridesmaid's dress to a wedding; she and Will later conspire to give Mum a birthday she'll never forget; and Will finagles a fine-feathered Christmas present for himself. Mason keeps the tone light and larky: "There was a mass of rose bushes in the front yard and a smell of cat. The Quigleys didn't have a cat. The smell was made by other people's cats." The result is a mildly eccentric British version of, say, Beverly Cleary's Quimby family. While the slim story doesn't have the substance of a Cleary tale, it's reasonably diverting with the minor exception of Mr. Quigley's repeated use of the phrase "Christ Almighty!" which may not wash for some readers on this side of the pond. Illustrations not seen by PW. Ages 5-12. (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved

School Library Journal Review

Gr 2-4-In this quick read, each of four chapters is devoted to a different member of the Quigley family. Dad baby-sits for neighbors and manages to "lose" one of the children temporarily, headstrong Lucy appears as a junior bridesmaid in a self-made bee costume, Lucy and Will guiltily try to make up for being beastly on Mum's birthday, and Will finally gets the pet he wants. Children will enjoy the plentiful dialogue, likable family, mixture of low-key and over-the-top humor, and occasional black-line illustrations. Others may note, and some be bothered by, details not usually included in popular reading for this audience: the siblings make Mum a decidedly mixed drink to cheer her up, are tolerant of Dad's swearing ("Christ Almighty"), and observe an adult's speech impediment as "frightening." However, the story presents a slice of British family life in an urban neighborhood that readers who enjoy the saucy "Junie B. Jones" series (Random) can slide right into.-Susan Hepler, Burgundy Farm Country Day School, Alexandria, VA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.



Dad The Quigleys lived in the middle of their street, in a house with a red door. There was a mass of rose bushes in the front yard and a smell of cat. The Quiglegs didn't have a cat. The smell was made by other people's cats. Will Quigley was tall and blonde. His sister Lucy was small and chunky. For some reason Mum and Dad hardly ever called her Lucy. They called her Poodle, or sometimes Poodlefish. They didn't call Win anything but Will. No-one could explain this. The Peacheys lived two doors down in a house without a front fence. Mr Peacheg Ben - had planted a single laurel bush with dusty leaves, which cats avoided, even the Peacheys' own, Fatbrain. 'Not enough cover,' Ben said smugly. Fatbrain favoured the Quiglegs' rose bushes. Ben's children were Will and Lucy's best friends. Their names were Elizabeth, Timothy and Pokehead. One afternoon there was a knock at the door. Lucy was the first to reach it. She liked answering the door - she was just tall enough to open it, standing on tiptoe on the skirting board and pulling herself up by the handle to reach the latch. She liked opening it a crack and peeping out. 'Hullo,' Ben said, peeping in. 'There's a smell out here.' 'I know,' Lucy said. 'It's cat's poo.' After a while she let him in. Lucy liked Ben. She liked his fair hair and his glasses. They stood together in the hall. 'Mum's in bed,' Lucy said. 'Mums need rest,' she added. Ben asked if her dad was in. Will appeared brieflye at the top of the stairs, wearing boxing gloves and carrying a copy of The Beano , and drifted away again. Then Dad came out of his study, looking distracted. He often looked distracted. It wasn't just his face that looked distracted, it was his hair and and arms and eyebrows too. Even the sleeves of his shirt looked distracted. He came downstairs and talked to Ben. It seemed that tonight was the night of Ben's office party, and their babysitter had let them down. Dad pulled his ears and looked friendly. When he wanted to, Dad could look very friendly. 'Yes, of course , he said. 'I'd be happy to.' When Ben had gone, Lucjj said to Dad, 'Are Ijou going to babljsit for Elizabeth, Timothjj and Pokehead?' Dad nodded. 'Tonight?' He nodded again. 'Can I come?' He shook his head. 'I could help.' 'You couldn't.' 'I could.' 'You couldn't, Poodlefish.' 'I could help with the midnight feast.' 'There won't be a midnight feast.' 'Why won't there be a midnight feast?' 'Because of the football match.' Lucq looked at him. 'I don't mean football match,' Dad said quickl1j. 'I mean because of having to go to sleep. Or Timothy won't be able to play in his football match tomorrow.' Lucy said, 'Are you going to be watching football on the television all evening?' 'Don't be silly,' Dad said. 'I'll be babysitting. Babysitting's a very responsible job.' When Dad said goodnight to Lucy and Will that evening, he told them he was going round to the Peacheys' house and said that they were not to disturb Mum. 'Mum's very tired,' he said. Will, in the top bunk, said, 'Are babysitting?' Dad nodded. 'Can I come?' Win sat up in bed. 'Timothy's got a new computer game.' 'No.' Will scowled. 'Dad's going to watch the football,' Lucy said helpfully. Will scowled so hard the whole of his forehead seemed to fold down over his face. 'Nonsense,' Dad sold quickly. 'Anyway, it's not till later.' 'You never let me do what I want Win said. 'Never. And you do what you want all the time.' 'Now, Will.' 'You never ever let me do anything I want. You never ever ever . . .' 'Stop it, Will, before I get cross. Now, come on. Give me a kiss before I go.' Will immediately rolled as far away from Dad as it was possible to get, and put his hands over his ears. Dad lifted his face to the ceiling and shouted, 'Just give me a kiss!' And at once there was a cry from upstairs and the sound of coughing, and Mum called out weakly, 'What's going on? Who woke me up?' Dad left the room, looking distracted. The Peacheys' house was exactly the same as the Quigleys', but everything was the other wag round. It was like looking in a mirror. You turned left, not night, to go into the living room. The stairs went up to the right, not the left, and when you got to the top you turned left, not right, into the bathroom. Even the cord for the bathroom light was hanging on the wrong side of the bathroom door. 'Good,' Dad said, as he finished reading a story to Timothy and Pokehead in the living room. 'Up we go. Elizabeth's already in bed.' Timothy and Pokehead ignored him. 'Bedtime,' Dad said, glancing at his watch. 'You monsters,' he added. 'I don't go to bed,' Pokehead said conversationally. 'She doesn't,' Timothy said. 'Of course she does,' Dad said. 'We all go to bed. We all need our sleep.' 'I don't,' Pokehead said. She turned her face to him and stared at him unblinkingly. She had a wide face, very smooth skin and deep-set clear eyes. She looked capable of anything. Dad said, 'Remember what your mum and dad said.' 'They can't do anything with me either,' Pokehead said. Excerpted from The Quigleys by Simon Mason All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.