The Willoughbys Return: A lonely candy heir, a banned-sweets crisis, and long-frozen grandparents thawed from a Swiss peak―Lois Lowry's uproarious sequel for ages 8-12. - Hardcover

Lowry, Lois

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0358423899 ISBN 13: 9780358423898

Publisher: Clarion Books, 2020

Synopsis

It's been 30 years and with rising temperatures melting icy mountain tops the previously frozen Willoughbys have thawed out and are about to return! From living legend and Newbery medalist Lois Lowry comes a hilarious sequel to New York Times bestseller The Willoughbys―soon to be an animated film starring Ricky Gervais, Maya Rudolph, Terry Crews, Martin Short, Jane Krakowski, and Sean Cullen on Netflix!

Although they grew up as wretched orphans, the Willoughby siblings also became heirs to the the Melanoff candy company fortune. Everything has turned out just splendidly, except for one problem: Richie Willoughby, son of Timothy Willoughby, is an only child and is quite lonely.

Winifred and Winston Poore have long admired the toys of their neighbor Richie Willoughby and finally befriend the mysterious boy next door. But just as Richie finally begins to make friends, selling sweets is made illegal, and the family's fortune is put in jeopardy. To make matters worse, Richie's horrible Willoughby grandparents―frozen atop a Swiss mountain thirty years ago―have thawed, remain in perfect health, and are making their way home again.

What is the point of being the reclusive son of a billionaire when your father is no longer a billionaire? What is the future without candy in it? And is there any escaping the odiousness of the Willoughbys? These are the profound questions with which Newbery medalist and ignominious author Lois Lowry grapples in The Willoughbys Return.

• A Hilarious Family Adventure: Thirty years after being frozen solid on a Swiss Alp, the dreadful Willoughby grandparents have thawed out—and they’re coming home.
• An Unlikely Friendship: Lonely billionaire Richie Willoughby has every toy in the world, but his life only changes when he befriends the endlessly curious Poore children from next door.
• A World Without Candy: Just as Richie finds new friends, a new law makes sweets illegal, threatening the Melanoff candy fortune and everything the Willoughbys have.
• The Perfect Sequel: Fans of the New York Times bestseller The Willoughbys and the hit Netflix animated movie will love this laugh-out-loud continuation of the story from Newbery Medalist Lois Lowry.

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About the Author

Lois Lowry is the author of more than fifty books for children and young adults, including the New York Times bestselling Giver Quartet and the popular Anastasia Krupnik series. She has received countless honors, among them the Boston Globe–Horn Book Award, the Dorothy Canfield Fisher Award, the California Young Reader Medal, and the Mark Twain Award. She received Newbery Medals for two of her novels, Number the Stars and The Giver.

Reviews

Gr 4-7-Henry and Frances Willoughby have been frozen in the Swiss Alps for three decades. They left their children with the nanny, and 30 years later Tim Willoughby is grown up and runs a successful candy manufacturing company. One problem: Candy is now banned and Tim's fortune is lost. Richie, Tim's son, is lonely and becomes friends with Winifred and Winston Poore. The Poores are aptly named; they live next door in a hovel, eat gruel for breakfast, and reuse Band-Aids. Their dad is traveling the country selling encyclopedias and mailing rocks home to collector Winifred. Mrs. Poore opens a bed-and-breakfast to raise money. One day, Mr. and Mrs. Willoughby show up at her door. They're back from Switzerland, thawed out and in search of their children. With nothing for dinner, a desperate Mrs. Poore serves a salad of leaves she picks from her neighbor's garden with gruesome results. Lowry's latest resumes the irreverent humor and tongue-in-cheek asides of the first book. Literary references abound: Mrs. Poore's sentimental musings are called "marming," after Marmee from Little Women (a footnote lists all the actresses who've played Marmee in the movies). The story is also peppered with contemporary cultural references: A dazed Mr. and Mrs. Willoughby wonder what an Uber might be. Richie's materialistic lifestyle (he orders constantly from the internet), counterpoints poignantly with the loving but paltry existence of the Poore children. VERDICT An old-fashioned story with a knowing, modern feel. For fans of the first book.-Sarah Webb, City and Country Sch. Lib., NYα(c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

1

The front page of the New York Times, on a Thursday in June:

CONGRESS VOTES OVERWHELMINGLY TO BAN CANDY, CITES DENTAL HEALTH

On the same day, on an inside page of a Zurich newspaper:

AMERICAN COUPLE, FROZEN IN SWISS MOUNTAINS FOR THREE DECADES, THAW SPONTANEOUSLY, APPEAR UNHARMED

These two events, it was later proved, were related. It's complicated.1

      1 So pay attention. It will be confusing at first. But it's worth hanging in there. And there won't be a quiz.

2

High on a mountain in Switzerland (one of the Alps, though a minor Alp, not a particularly well-known Alp, not the Matterhorn or one of those postcard-y ones), an odd, lumpy, ice-encrusted shape began to move slightly, causing the glistening snow to shift.
      It had been very warm and sunny for days. Weeks, actually'even months. Across the globe, glaciers had shrunk and icebergs had dissolved. Now, on this insignificant Alp, which had been snow-covered for eons, suddenly rocks began to appear, sleek with water from the snowmelt. Here and there a green stem emerged, and an occasional flower.
      And now, a moving lump.
      Then, beside the first strangely moving shape, another large, snowy lump shifted. Amazingly, from one of the shifting mounds, a hand emerged. It brushed some snow aside, revealing an entire arm. Then a second arm appeared.
      The first mound sat up, and the two arms, moist from the melted snow, began to brush snow and wipe water from a face. It was a newly defrosted face, male, with a glowering frown. It looked around, perceived the second mound nearby, and reached over to give it a poke. Then another poke, and another. Finally the second lump sat up, also frowning. This one appeared to be female (though it is hard to tell, with a lump).
      'I bet anything my hair is an absolute mess," the second lump grumbled.
      But the first lump paid no attention. He was testing his stiff fingers, tapping at them to dislodge a few ice particles. Finally he reached down to his right hip and removed a soggy wallet from his pocket.
      'I knew it!' he groaned, prying open the wet leather. 'my money is ruined! Sodden. Practically dissolved. And all stuck together in a messy wad."
      'Our dollars?"
      'No, those ridiculous Swiss francs1 they made us get. Clearly inferior. American dollars wouldn't deteriorate like this."
      'Well, are they usable enough for food, at least? I'm hungry."
      'Of course they'll take our money. They're all crooks here."
      The woman (because they were a pair: man and woman) groaned, struggled to her feet, then knelt. "Where's my purse? I don't see my purse.' On her hands and knees, she began pawing through the wet snow. "Here!' she said. "Here it is! But yuck'it's drenched!"
      'Don't worry about it. And stand up! You look like a cockroach, crawling around that way. Come on. We'll make our way down to the village and get a quick lunch'not that they have any decent food in this godforsaken place. Then we'll get the first train out.' The man stood upright with some difficulty and replaced the wet billfold in his hip pocket.
      Finally the pair, grumbling and complaining, managed to stumble slowly down the side of the thawing Alp, passing on the low slopes meadows dotted with cows, toward the tiny village at its foot. The one main street was lined with brightly painted homes and dotted with flower boxes filled with petunias and geraniums. They found a table at a small café, where they ate heartily of a veal stew and each had three glasses of quite a good wine. But they were thwarted when the bill was brought to their table.
      'I'm so sorry," the waiter said as he looked with dismay at the sodden mass of Swiss francs that the man offered him. 've can't accept vet money. But'"
      'Vet? Good lord, man'can't you even say the word wet?"
      'Apologies, sir. I vill try harder. Damp vould be okay, perhaps. But soggy vet is bad."
      'Give them a credit card, dear," the woman suggested.
      With a loud sigh the man pried a platinum card loose from his waterlogged wallet.
      'I'm sorry, Mr. . . .' The waiter looked carefully at the card. "Ah, Mr. Villoughby. But this credit card expired many years ago."
      'It's WILLOUGHBY, you idiot! Why can't you dolts pronounce a W the way normal people do?"
      'I'm wery sorry, sir. I vish I could," the waiter replied, with a roll of his eyes that implied he did not vish any such thing.
      The maître d' appeared, smiling politely. "Is there a problem?' he asked. Then he looked more closely at the ill-tempered couple. "Oh. I see you've defrosted. You're still damp."
      'Defrosted?' bellowed Mr. Willoughby. "What on earth'"
      'You were frozen," the maître d' explained, and peered at the date on the credit card. "And now you've thawed. It's happened to a number of climbers."
      'And many goats, as vell," the waiter added. "It's the varming."
      'the vat? I mean: what?"
      'Global varming, sir."
      Mrs. Willoughby sighed. "You never believed in that, Henry. But now look.' She patted her own head. 'my hairstyle is hopelessly out of date. Take me home, right away."
      'Bring me a telephone," Mr. Willoughby demanded.
      'Of course," the maître d' said. He nodded to the waiter, who scurried away to find a phone. "You must call your family."
      'Family?' Henry Willoughby said, looking startled.
      His wife groaned. "Oh lord, we have those horrible children. Do we know their phone number, Henry? Do we even know where they live?"
      Her husband shrugged. "I forget. But we don't have to worry about them. We hired that nanny, remember?"
      'Oh, yes. The nanny."
      'Anyway, it doesn't matter about them," her husband muttered. "I'm calling my bank."
      The maître d' smiled politely. "You should certainly do that," he said. "You owe us vun hundred and twelve Swiss francs for your dinner. I do hope you enjoyed the weal? And may I pour you some more of this vine?"

  1 Most countries in Europe started using Euros in 1995. But not Switzerland. They still like their francs.

Edition details

• Publisher: Clarion Books
• Publication date: 2020
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 0358423899
• ISBN 13: 9780358423898
• Binding: Hardcover
• Number of pages: 192