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Title:
Evil fairies love hair
Author:
Thompson, Mary G. (Mary Gloria), 1978-
Publication Information:
Boston : New York : Clarion Books, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, [2014]
Physical Description:
313 pages : illustrations ; 22 cm
Summary:
Middle-schooler Ali's wish will come true if she follows all the rules to grow 100 evil fairies and feed them human hair, then find another child to do the same, but she is determined to find out what else the fairies are up to.
Language:
English
Reading Level:
630 Lexile.
Program Information:
Accelerated Reader AR MG 4.4 8.0 168907.
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ISBN:
9780547859033
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Book

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Summary

Ali and her middle school classmates are raising flocks of fairies to make their wishes come true. But growing a flock is harder than it sounds: the fairies eat only human hair, and the rules for dealing with them are confusing, misleading, and subject to change. As Ali and her friends struggle to earn their wishes, mistakes are made, spells go awry, and soon Ali is up against hundreds of two-inch-tall imps who have very big plans--to replace all the parents in town!--and the power to carry them out. Comedy and fantasy intertwine in this lively tale of intrigue, magic, and the power of hair.


Author Notes

Mary G. Thompson was born and raised in Cottage Grove and Eugene, Oregon. She was a practicing attorney for more than seven years, including almost five years in the U.S. Navy. She is a librarian in Washington, D.C. Visit her at www.marygthompson.com.


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School Library Journal Review

Gr 4-6-Ali wishes she were smart. As smart as her perfect sister, Hannah. And smart enough to please her disapproving mother. Now that Ali has entered into an agreement with a clan of magical fairies, that new level of intelligence seems to be within her grasp. All she has to do is grow 100 new fairies in her back yard, and her fondest wish will be granted. Cultivating a fairy crop, however, proves more of a challenge than middle schooler Ali expected. What follows is a coming-of-age journey in which Ali's been-there-all-along brains save her friends and family from the evil imps. Unfortunately, it's tough to really care about this heroine and her quest, as a confounding series of twists and turns renders this fantasy plot almost impossible to follow. Adding to the confusion is a long list of indistinguishable secondary characters and the frequent inclusion of quirky terminology ("Un-Parent-Parent-Duplication-Un-Imptimization-Final-Freedom spell") without context or explanation.-Susan Wengler, Saint Dominic Academy, Jersey City, NJ (c) Copyright 2014. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

ONE "Alison Elizabeth Brown Butler!" "I'm coming!" Ali hurriedly pushed the rest of the dirt on top of the little hill she'd built and packed it down. "I'll be back," she whispered. "Hurry," said a little voice. "I will." Ali rubbed her right hand across her neck, making sure she didn't have any stray hairs, and stood up. From here, she couldn't see the evil fairies at all. How was she supposed to make sure they stayed put? "Al-li-son!" "I said, I'm coming!" Ali jogged across the backyard and up the steps into the kitchen. Everyone was at the table--Mom, Dad, and Hannah. Dad and Hannah were already eating. "I called you fifteen minutes ago," said Mom. She picked up Ali's plate and slammed a helping of mashed potatoes on top of a mangled slice of roast beef. "I'm sorry," said Ali, sliding into her seat. Unfortunately, her seat was right across from Mom's, so she had no way of avoiding the glare. She took her plate and stuffed a spoonful of potato into her mouth, not even bothering with salt and pepper. "Your mother worked hard on this meal, young lady," said Dad. "I'ff ffoggy," said Ali. "You're still wearing that stupid hairdo?" said Hannah. "What is going on with that?" Ali almost choked. She hated being called stupid, and Hannah knew it. "It's not stupid," she said. "I'm sorry, Ali, but a bun right smack on top of your head is stupid. And that hairspray is disgusting. No wonder you repel boys." Hannah flicked a lock of her perfect, glossy light-brown hair off her shoulder. The blond highlights practically sparkled. Ali had been planning to raid the shower drain every day for hair, but Hannah was really tempting her. If only her sister knew how much her hair was worth, and what the evil fairies could do. Then she'd have her hair up in a "stupid" bun, too. But no one over thirteen knew about the fairies, unless they were still in middle school, like Michael. When you finished eighth grade, it was over. Hannah was about to finish tenth grade, so she had no chance at all. But Ali had a whole 'nother year. She smiled and took a bite of cold roast beef. "What are you smiling about?" Hannah delicately lifted her last bite of green beans to her lips, chewed, and swallowed. "I'm going to do my homework." She smiled at Mom and got up from the table. She took her plate with her, rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher. So perfect. Her parents thought Hannah spent all her time studying to bring home those straight-A report cards. But Ali knew better. "Doing homework" probably meant calling Michael's older brother, Deacon. He was just as big as Michael, and twice as mean--to everyone but Hannah. Actually, he'd been mean to Hannah, too, up until around Christmas, but she'd forgotten all about that. "Me too," said Ali. She shoved another bite into her mouth and chewed as quickly as she could. Michael had insisted on coming to check up on her, and she didn't want him to get impatient and come in the front door. She rushed her plate over to the sink. "If you don't want to eat now, you can forget about having a snack," said Dad. "Fine. I had plenty," said Ali. "Do you need any help with your homework?" Mom asked. "No," Ali said. "Well, with finals coming up, you can always use a boost," said Mom. Unlike Hannah, who's smart enough to never need help, Ali heard. "I can do it myself," she said, and before Mom could say anything else, she ran through the living room and sprang up the stairs. Of course Mom would offer to help her and not Hannah. As if Ali were too stupid to figure anything out. Just because she didn't get the same grades didn't mean she wasn't every bit as smart as Hannah. In fact, I'm smarter, Ali told herself. I don't spend all my time fixing my hair. She barreled into her bedroom and stifled a surprised scream. Michael was sitting on her bed, tossing her pink stuffed unicorn between his giant hands. He was at least six feet tall even though he was only fourteen, and his shaved head added to the feeling of big. Ali pushed the door shut. "How did you get in here?" she whispered. "I said I'd let you in the back door." "Well, I let myself in." He grinned, showing two rows of crooked yellow teeth. That's what you get for smoking, Ali thought. Gross. He pointed the unicorn's horn at the open window. Ali stomped over to the bed and grabbed the unicorn out of his hand. "You're going to kill my tree and get me grounded." "None of that's going to matter once you get your flock grown." He picked up Ali's tuxedo-shirt-wearing teddy bear and started bouncing it. Ali grimaced. She'd have to wash everything in her room now. "I know, and I'm doing the best I can. I've got the first mound done. Why can't you just go home and wait like a normal person?" "You know why." He squeezed Teddy Tux's head. "I've got three weeks until eighth grade is over. And if your flock isn't done by then, I lose everything." He was no longer smiling. "You think I don't know what everyone thinks of me? Once I'm the best football player in the country, they'll be sorry." "That's what you're going to wish for?" Ali had wondered what Michael's wish would be, but she'd been afraid to ask. Michael was the kind of person you avoided if you could. And the tone of his voice right now wasn't changing her mind. "Well, I was going to wish for better parents, but then I found out that you're only allowed to change yourself," Michael said. Ali had once overheard her parents talking about Michael and Deacon's dad, saying that if he'd ever come home from the bar, maybe his boys wouldn't be such goons. That was one of the reasons Hannah had to hide the fact that she was dating Deacon. But Ali didn't want to show Michael that she knew that much. "You can wish for happiness," said Ali. "That way you won't care what your parents do." "Yeah, but I don't want to just be magic happy," said Michael. "If I can be a sports star, I'll be rich and famous, and that will make me happy. Maybe I'll do basketball instead of football. I don't know. For sure, though, I'm not going to use my wish for something stupid like being good looking." He rolled his eyes. Ali rolled hers, too. Michael had gotten his fairies from Jennifer Jackson, who also lived on their street. When Michael had finished growing his flock and had passed the two starter-fairies on to Ali, Jennifer had gotten to make her wish. And she'd chosen to be gorgeous. As if she wasn't popular enough already. Why hadn't she wished for something she could really use, like a little bit of brainpower? That was what Ali was going to wish for. If she were a genius, she'd never have to worry about doing homework or studying for tests again, and she'd never get anything but As. She'd never have to see that look on her mom's face after every report card, the one that said I'm very disappointed in you, young lady. And most of all, she'd never again have to see that smug look on Hannah's face when she brought home straight As and Ali didn't. "You have nothing to worry about," said Ali. "I've got the directions you gave me. I'll build more mounds, and I'll get all the hair they need. They'll be done in two weeks." "Okay," said Michael, dropping Teddy Tux back onto Ali's pillow. "You know I can't actually help, but I can answer some questions." "I know," said Ali. "Now get out of here before my parents hear us." He got up off the bed and headed for the window. He put his hands on the sill, then turned back around. "You read the whole thing, right?" "Of course." "Then you know you have to be careful." Ali patted her bun. "See? Not a stray hair." "Okay, but it's not just that. I mean, there's a reason everyone calls them evil fairies." "Besides that they climb into kids' brains through their hair follicles and eat them from the inside out?" She crossed her arms over her chest. Sure, that was why a new flock. But no one could be sure that was what had happened to Molly Parker and Tyler Griswold. Sometimes kids just disappeared. "So remember that," said Michael. "Grow the flock, get your wish, and get out." Was he actually concerned about her? Nah. "Don't worry about me," said Ali. "I'll be fine." "Okay," said Michael. With a slight shake of his stubbly head, he jumped out the window and into the tree. Ali cringed as the branches cracked, but no one else seemed to have heard. She reached for the band holding her bun in place. It was still tight. No evil fairies were going to get her. "Hair." "Hair." "She's late." "Midnight." "Can't wait." "Soon." "Hair." "Hair." Excerpted from Evil Fairies Love Hair by Mary G. Thompson 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.

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