Guardian Cats and the Lost Book of Alexandria by Rahma Krambo
In the wrong hands, some books can be dangerous—and some libraries can be positively deadly. A small town library cat and newly appointed Guardian of an ancient mystical book finds otherworldly creatures roaming through the stacks after hours. The young tabby is ill-prepared for the daunting task of safekeeping the magical book of power—as well as the very heart and soul of the library.
Cicero, the old library cat is more than he seems — an elder Guardian charged with protecting an ancient book of power. Buried in a secret chamber, the book is a magnet for attracting the wrong kind of attention. Painfully aware his days are numbered, Cicero is troubled by the fact that he has found no successor.
Marco, a house cat alone in the world for the first time, finds refuge in the public library, a suitable home for an orange tabby gifted with the ability to read. But an unlimited amount of reading time is not young Marco’s destiny.
You might think this is just a story about cats, but it’s really a story about power. The attraction, addiction and abuse of power.
It’s also about the power of words and ideas.
Conveying these serious themes is a loosely organized fellowship of cats, a magical book, an evil professor, angelic creatures, mythological demons, a hyperactive ferret, and three gangster raccoons.
With the burning of the legendary Library of Alexandria as the story’s point of departure, Guardian Cats offers a fictionalized version of this tragic event. Escaping with a bagful of books and an armful of cats, the last librarian places each book in a safe haven… with a cat to guard it.
Guardian Cats, a historical fantasy, can be read on several levels. For ages 9 to adult.
Both entertaining and thought provoking, the story deals with very human concerns about loyalty, courage, and the overwhelming odds against becoming a hero.
Well now, when I first came across this one I was excited. I’ve been considering writing a children’s book, but didn’t know where to start…my normal plot lines and heavy action don’t exactly scream child’s book. Then again, this is purportedly for young adults.
At any rate, I was excited. The three reviews said it was a wonderful story, so I perused the free sample pages…
His heart pounded when he realized that Lucy’s stories had been locked inside the books! And now he had the key!
His immediate surroundings, the rich scents of the library, mahogany, leather and brocade, receded into the background. He no longer heard the grandfather clock’s steady ticking. Time stood still while moonlight and printer’s ink transported him and four children through an English wardrobe to a place of everlasting winter. There, a majestic lion befriended them and liberated his kingdom from the spell of an evil witch.
He was hooked. He couldn’t wait to open another book. He inspected the shelves with the knowledge that books were no longer the unique property of humans. They were, like the wardrobe in the story, a portal which opened into strange and wonderful places.
And now he held a magical pass.
Where would these other books take him? (Whys is this in question form? It’s supposed to be a piece of internal dialogue, not a question to the reader) And where in the world would he start? (again!) There were so many to choose from. (I don’t understand the passage of time, here) That night he did not sleep a wink. Each one transported him into a new adventure. How amazing, he thought, that books, once opened, were so much bigger on the inside.
I italicized repetative uses of words, bolded passive voicing, and added parenthetical thoughts.
I’m just flabbergasted, floored, by how often this occurs. You don’t find it in Stephen King novels, or Dan Brown, or Salmon Rushdie; he’s a turd by the way.
Please, please, please, readers out there, you guys gotta understand that most indie authors run in circles and so they give each other good reviews out of reciprocity. It then falls upon you to review the works you read.
Please, when you read something, review it. Thank you.