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The Hippo at the End of the Hall

Illustrated by Helen Cooper
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$17.99 US
6.25"W x 8.19"H x 1.13"D   | 19 oz | 27 per carton
On sale Oct 08, 2019 | 352 Pages | 9781536204483
Age 7-9 years | Grades 2-4
Reading Level: Lexile 750L | Fountas & Pinnell V
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When Ben receives a mysterious invitation to an odd museum, he’s swept into a peculiar world of forgotten secrets and wild magic in this illustrated novel.

The invitation to the Gee Museum was delivered by bees. It wasn’t addressed to anyone, but Ben knows that it was meant for him. Why else would the images on the postcard have stirred up memories of his father, who was lost at sea long ago? Ben makes his way to the old dilapidated building to find a host of curious talking animals awaiting his arrival. They are certain he is the only one who can save the museum. But Ben and the animals in the Gee collection will have to outwit a devious rival museum owner and a greedy land developer. With a bit of luck, some strange magic, and a little help from his mom, Ben might succeed in ensuring the future of the museum — and finding the answers about his father that he’s been searching for his whole life. Helen Cooper’s first novel brims with mystery and hope, and her lovely illustrations bring the wonders of the Gee Museum to life.
This supernatural tale of self-discovery in a setting of rare natural history specimens delivers a credible hero, folk-tale threads, memorable characters, and family bonds. Cooper's worldbuilding seems endlessly inventive, the characters that inhabit the museum fully realized, up to and including the storytelling bees...Unusual, fascinating, fast-paced.
—Kirkus Reviews

Picture-book creator Cooper weaves magic and mystery through her debut novel, wonderfully bringing the past to life and enhancing the present, as Ben endeavors to save the Gee Museum from a devious real-estate developer. Along the way, he learns of his family’s history, draws upon knowledge gleaned from folktales, and befriends the museum’s animals. Cooper incorporates many chapter illustrations, which add further charm to this uncommonly enchanting novel.
—Booklist

Readers who are just beyond Mary Pope Osborne’s “The Magic Treehouse” but not quite ready for J.K. Rowling’s “Harry Potter” will find this a great fit. A fantastical, captivating illustrated novel that will appeal to many young fantasy readers.
—School Library Journal

This book is a must read for those who love a combination of fantasy, museums, animals, and adventure.
—School Library Connection
Helen Cooper is the creator of the picture books The Bear Under the Stairs, Pumpkin Soup, The Baby Who Wouldn’t Go to Bed, and Tatty Ratty. She is a two-time winner of the Kate Greenaway Medal and lives in Oxford, England.
Chapter 1: The Invitation
 
33A Treadlemill Road was a basement apartment beneath a shop on the other side of town. A boy named Ben Makepeace, who had eyes as sharp and dark as a sparrow’s and tousled tawny hair, lived there with his mom. Sometimes Ben helped in the shop. Other times he helped in the apartment. That morning, when he went to bring in the milk, he found an envelope propped up behind it.
Ben was always wary of letters. Occasionally mail still came addressed to his dad, but he saw with relief that this wasn’t one of those. And it wasn’t addressed to his mom either. In fact, it wasn’t addressed to anybody at all. The flap of the envelope was unsealed. Ben hoped it wasn’t another bill. He peeked inside.
At first, seeing only a piece of thin card with a picture on it, he guessed it was an advertisement. He sneaked it out to see it better because the picture showed lots of animals. Ben liked animals — though he didn’t have any pets: they weren’t allowed to keep pets in that apartment. In any case, these weren’t the sort of animals you could have kept at home. There was a giraffe, and a hippo, and a grumpy-looking owl, and in the bottom right-hand corner was a shrewlike creature with a pendulous nose. Ben’s heart began to beat faster as he gazed at the picture, for it stirred his most secret memory — a secret that he had never told to anyone at all.
“What are you doing out there? ” called Mom.
Ben guiltily slipped the card back inside the envelope. Then he brought the mail to the table and laid the envelope beside it.
Mom had the same eyes as Ben but different hair, and she ran the shop upstairs. “What’s that? ” she said, glancing down.
“It came with the milk.”
She opened the envelope, then went very still. Yet all she said, after glaring for a while, was “I thought the old Gee Museum had closed down.”
Ben took the card from her and examined it as he munched his crunchy almond flakes. The shrew in the picture was holding a pen as if it had just finished writing the motto at the bottom, which read:
COME INSIDE SOMETIME.
“It looks like an invitation to get in for free,” he said. “Maybe it’s reopened.”
“Maybe,” said Mom. She was biting her lip.
“I’d like to go,” said Ben.
“Would you? ” Mom sounded tense.
“It says admit two.”
“But I’m not sure when I’d have time.” She looked rather pale. The rest of the mail was on the table, and as she glanced through it, Ben could tell there were a lot of bills. He knew Mom was worried about money. He knew she couldn’t often leave the shop.
Their shop was called Perfect Pastimes. Once it had been simply a craft shop, but nowadays Mom sold a bit of everything: art materials and embroidery thread, buttons and yarn, stationery and stickers, and the kind of model kits that you took home and painted, and some interesting books, and all sorts of oddments that children liked. Sometimes it was busy. More often it was not, though Mom liked Ben to help on Saturdays in case there was a rush.
Tomorrow was Saturday.
Ben waved the invitation. “Could I go myself on Sunday? ”
Mom frowned at the bills and said nothing.
“You’re always saying you used to go everywhere on your own at my age.”
“True enough,” said Mom, though her voice was unusually gruff.

“Well, then . . . can I go on my own? ”
“It’s . . . I don’t think it’s . . . Look, I like you to be independent, but it’s a bit far on your own. Anyway, I don’t think you’d like it.”
“Where is it? ” Ben turned the slip of paper over. There was no address on the back, only those five tiny handwritten words: 
Come now or come never!
He peered inside the envelope and found a small brown feather nestled in the bottom — nothing else.
Mom said, “It’s down by the river on the other side — close to the bridge, I think — not far from the weir, but I certainly don’t want you going near that.”
Ben sighed. “I won’t go anywhere near the river. I’ve prom-ised you I won’t a million times. I want to go to this museum. It’s not that far. Why don’t you want me to go? Is there something you don’t like about it? ”
Mom began unpacking a box of art equipment to take upstairs. She hadn’t finished her cereal. Ben was afraid she wouldn’t say any more, as she so often went silent when she wanted to end a conversation. But after a moment she continued, “I never said I didn’t like it. It’s just . . . Anyway, since when have you been interested in museums? ”
“I’m interested now. Could we have a look for it online? ”

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When Ben receives a mysterious invitation to an odd museum, he’s swept into a peculiar world of forgotten secrets and wild magic in this illustrated novel.

The invitation to the Gee Museum was delivered by bees. It wasn’t addressed to anyone, but Ben knows that it was meant for him. Why else would the images on the postcard have stirred up memories of his father, who was lost at sea long ago? Ben makes his way to the old dilapidated building to find a host of curious talking animals awaiting his arrival. They are certain he is the only one who can save the museum. But Ben and the animals in the Gee collection will have to outwit a devious rival museum owner and a greedy land developer. With a bit of luck, some strange magic, and a little help from his mom, Ben might succeed in ensuring the future of the museum — and finding the answers about his father that he’s been searching for his whole life. Helen Cooper’s first novel brims with mystery and hope, and her lovely illustrations bring the wonders of the Gee Museum to life.

Praise

This supernatural tale of self-discovery in a setting of rare natural history specimens delivers a credible hero, folk-tale threads, memorable characters, and family bonds. Cooper's worldbuilding seems endlessly inventive, the characters that inhabit the museum fully realized, up to and including the storytelling bees...Unusual, fascinating, fast-paced.
—Kirkus Reviews

Picture-book creator Cooper weaves magic and mystery through her debut novel, wonderfully bringing the past to life and enhancing the present, as Ben endeavors to save the Gee Museum from a devious real-estate developer. Along the way, he learns of his family’s history, draws upon knowledge gleaned from folktales, and befriends the museum’s animals. Cooper incorporates many chapter illustrations, which add further charm to this uncommonly enchanting novel.
—Booklist

Readers who are just beyond Mary Pope Osborne’s “The Magic Treehouse” but not quite ready for J.K. Rowling’s “Harry Potter” will find this a great fit. A fantastical, captivating illustrated novel that will appeal to many young fantasy readers.
—School Library Journal

This book is a must read for those who love a combination of fantasy, museums, animals, and adventure.
—School Library Connection

Author

Helen Cooper is the creator of the picture books The Bear Under the Stairs, Pumpkin Soup, The Baby Who Wouldn’t Go to Bed, and Tatty Ratty. She is a two-time winner of the Kate Greenaway Medal and lives in Oxford, England.

Excerpt

Chapter 1: The Invitation
 
33A Treadlemill Road was a basement apartment beneath a shop on the other side of town. A boy named Ben Makepeace, who had eyes as sharp and dark as a sparrow’s and tousled tawny hair, lived there with his mom. Sometimes Ben helped in the shop. Other times he helped in the apartment. That morning, when he went to bring in the milk, he found an envelope propped up behind it.
Ben was always wary of letters. Occasionally mail still came addressed to his dad, but he saw with relief that this wasn’t one of those. And it wasn’t addressed to his mom either. In fact, it wasn’t addressed to anybody at all. The flap of the envelope was unsealed. Ben hoped it wasn’t another bill. He peeked inside.
At first, seeing only a piece of thin card with a picture on it, he guessed it was an advertisement. He sneaked it out to see it better because the picture showed lots of animals. Ben liked animals — though he didn’t have any pets: they weren’t allowed to keep pets in that apartment. In any case, these weren’t the sort of animals you could have kept at home. There was a giraffe, and a hippo, and a grumpy-looking owl, and in the bottom right-hand corner was a shrewlike creature with a pendulous nose. Ben’s heart began to beat faster as he gazed at the picture, for it stirred his most secret memory — a secret that he had never told to anyone at all.
“What are you doing out there? ” called Mom.
Ben guiltily slipped the card back inside the envelope. Then he brought the mail to the table and laid the envelope beside it.
Mom had the same eyes as Ben but different hair, and she ran the shop upstairs. “What’s that? ” she said, glancing down.
“It came with the milk.”
She opened the envelope, then went very still. Yet all she said, after glaring for a while, was “I thought the old Gee Museum had closed down.”
Ben took the card from her and examined it as he munched his crunchy almond flakes. The shrew in the picture was holding a pen as if it had just finished writing the motto at the bottom, which read:
COME INSIDE SOMETIME.
“It looks like an invitation to get in for free,” he said. “Maybe it’s reopened.”
“Maybe,” said Mom. She was biting her lip.
“I’d like to go,” said Ben.
“Would you? ” Mom sounded tense.
“It says admit two.”
“But I’m not sure when I’d have time.” She looked rather pale. The rest of the mail was on the table, and as she glanced through it, Ben could tell there were a lot of bills. He knew Mom was worried about money. He knew she couldn’t often leave the shop.
Their shop was called Perfect Pastimes. Once it had been simply a craft shop, but nowadays Mom sold a bit of everything: art materials and embroidery thread, buttons and yarn, stationery and stickers, and the kind of model kits that you took home and painted, and some interesting books, and all sorts of oddments that children liked. Sometimes it was busy. More often it was not, though Mom liked Ben to help on Saturdays in case there was a rush.
Tomorrow was Saturday.
Ben waved the invitation. “Could I go myself on Sunday? ”
Mom frowned at the bills and said nothing.
“You’re always saying you used to go everywhere on your own at my age.”
“True enough,” said Mom, though her voice was unusually gruff.

“Well, then . . . can I go on my own? ”
“It’s . . . I don’t think it’s . . . Look, I like you to be independent, but it’s a bit far on your own. Anyway, I don’t think you’d like it.”
“Where is it? ” Ben turned the slip of paper over. There was no address on the back, only those five tiny handwritten words: 
Come now or come never!
He peered inside the envelope and found a small brown feather nestled in the bottom — nothing else.
Mom said, “It’s down by the river on the other side — close to the bridge, I think — not far from the weir, but I certainly don’t want you going near that.”
Ben sighed. “I won’t go anywhere near the river. I’ve prom-ised you I won’t a million times. I want to go to this museum. It’s not that far. Why don’t you want me to go? Is there something you don’t like about it? ”
Mom began unpacking a box of art equipment to take upstairs. She hadn’t finished her cereal. Ben was afraid she wouldn’t say any more, as she so often went silent when she wanted to end a conversation. But after a moment she continued, “I never said I didn’t like it. It’s just . . . Anyway, since when have you been interested in museums? ”
“I’m interested now. Could we have a look for it online? ”