Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Movie Tie-In Edition)

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Movie Tie-In Edition)

by Ransom Riggs

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The #1 New York Times best-selling series.
Bonus features
• Q&A with author Ransom Riggs
• Eight pages of color stills from the film
• Sneak preview of Hollow City, the next novel in the series
A mysterious island. An abandoned orphanage. A strange collection of peculiar photographs. It all waits to be discovered in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, an unforgettable novel that mixes fiction and photography in a thrilling reading experience. As our story opens, a horrific family tragedy sets sixteen year-old Jacob journeying to a remote island off the coast of Wales, where he discovers the crumbling ruins of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. As Jacob explores its decaying bedrooms and hallways, it becomes clear that Miss Peregrine’s children were more than just peculiar. They may have been dangerous. They may have been quarantined on a deserted island for good reason. And somehow—impossible though it seems—they may still be alive.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781594749025
Publisher: Quirk Publishing
Publication date: 08/02/2016
Series: Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children Series , #1
Edition description: Media Tie
Pages: 392
Sales rank: 317,189
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 8.10(h) x 0.90(d)
Lexile: 890L (what's this?)
Age Range: 13 - 17 Years

About the Author

Ransom Riggs is the author of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (Quirk, 2011), a New York Times best seller, as well as its best-selling sequels Hollow City (Quirk, 2013) and Library of Souls (Quirk, 2015). He lives in Santa Monica, CA, with his wife.

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I had just come to accept that my life would be ordinary when extraordinary things began to happen. The first of these came as a terrible shock and, like anything that changes you forever, split my life into halves: Before and After. Like many of the extraordinary things to come, it involved my grandfather, Abraham Portman.
     Growing up, Grandpa Portman was the most fascinating person I knew. He had lived in an orphanage, fought in wars, crossed oceans by steamship and deserts on horseback, performed in circuses, knew everything about guns and self-defense and surviving in the wilderness, and spoke at least three languages that weren’t English. It all seemed unfathomably exotic to a kid who’d never left Florida, and I begged him to regale me with stories whenever I saw him. He always obliged, telling them like secrets that could be entrusted only to me.
     When I was six I decided that my only chance of having a life half as exciting as Grandpa Portman’s was to become an explorer. He encouraged me by spending afternoons at my side hunched over maps of the world, plotting imaginary expeditions with trails of red pushpins and telling me about the fantastic places I would discover one day. At home I made my ambitions known by parading around with a cardboard tube held to my eye, shouting, “Land ho!” and “Prepare a landing party!” until my parents shooed me outside. I think they worried that my grandfather would infect me with some incurable dreaminess from which I’d never recover—that these fantasies were somehow inoculating me against more practical ambitions—so one day my mother sat me down and explained that I couldn’t become an explorer because everything in the world had already been discovered. I’d been born in the wrong century, and I felt cheated.
     I felt even more cheated when I realized that most of Grandpa Portman’s best stories couldn’t possibly be true. The tallest tales were always about his childhood, like how he was born in Poland but at twelve had been shipped off to a children’s home in Wales. When I would ask why he had to leave his parents, his answer was always the same: because the monsters were after him. Poland was simply rotten with them, he said.
     “What kind of monsters?” I’d ask, wide-eyed. It became a sort of routine. “Awful hunched-over ones with rotting skin and black eyes,” he’d say. “And they walked like this!” And he’d shamble after me like an old-time movie monster until I ran away laughing.
     Every time he described them he’d toss in some lurid new detail: they stank like putrefying trash; they were invisible except for their shadows; a pack of squirming tentacles lurked inside their mouths and could whip out in an instant and pull you into their powerful jaws. It wasn’t long before I had trouble falling asleep, my hyperactive imagination transforming the hiss of tires on wet pavement into labored breathing just outside my window or shadows under the door into twisting gray-black tentacles. I was scared of the monsters but thrilled to imagine my grandfather battling them and surviving to tell the tale.
     More fantastic still were his stories about life in the Welsh children’s home. It was an enchanted place, he said, designed to keep kids safe from the monsters, on an island where the sun shined every day and nobody ever got sick or died. Everyone lived together in a big house that was protected by a wise old bird—or so the story went. As I got older, though, I began to have doubts.
     “What kind of bird?” I asked him one afternoon at age seven, eyeing him skeptically across the card table where he was letting me win at Monopoly.
     “A big hawk who smoked a pipe,” he said.
     “You must think I’m pretty dumb, Grandpa.”
     He thumbed through his dwindling stack of orange and blue money. “I would never think that about you, Yakob.” I knew I’d offended him because the Polish accent he could never quite shake had come out of hiding, so that would became vood and think became sink. Feeling guilty, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
     “But why did the monsters want to hurt you?” I asked.
     “Because we weren’t like other people. We were peculiar.”
     “Peculiar how?”
     “Oh, all sorts of ways,” he said. “There was a girl who could fly, a boy who had bees living inside him, a brother and sister who could lift boulders over their heads.”
     It was hard to tell if he was being serious. Then again, my grandfather was not known as a teller of jokes. He frowned, reading the doubt on my face.
     “Fine, you don’t have to take my word for it,” he said. “I got pictures!” He pushed back his lawn chair and went into the house, leaving me alone on the screened-in lanai. A minute later he came back holding an old cigar box. I leaned in to look as he drew out four wrinkled and yellowing snapshots.
     The first was a blurry picture of what looked like a suit of clothes with no person in them. Either that or the person didn’t have a head.
     “Sure, he’s got a head!” my grandfather said, grinning. “Only you can’t see it.”
     “Why not? Is he invisible?”
     “Hey, look at the brain on this one!” He raised his eyebrows as if I’d surprised him with my powers of deduction. “Millard, his name was. Funny kid. Sometimes he’d say, ‘Hey Abe, I know what you did today,’ and he’d tell you where you’d been, what you had to eat, if you picked your nose when you thought nobody was looking. Sometimes he’d follow you, quiet as a mouse, with no clothes on so you couldn’t see him—just watching!” He shook his head. “Of all the things, eh?”
     He slipped me another photo. Once I’d had a moment to look at it, he said, “So? What do you see?”
     “A little girl?”
     “She’s wearing a crown.”
     He tapped the bottom of the picture. “What about her feet?”
     I held the snapshot closer. The girl’s feet weren’t touching the ground. But she wasn’t jumping—she seemed to be floating in the air. My jaw fell open.
     “She’s flying!”
     “Close,” my grandfather said. “She’s levitating. Only she couldn’t control herself too well, so sometimes we had to tie a rope around her to keep her from floating away!”
     My eyes were glued to her haunting, doll-like face. “Is it real?”
     “Of course it is,” he said gruffly, taking the picture and replacing it with another, this one of a scrawny boy lifting a boulder. “Victor and his sister weren’t so smart,” he said, “but boy were they strong!”
     “He doesn’t look strong,” I said, studying the boy’s skinny arms.
     “Trust me, he was. I tried to arm-wrestle him once and he just about tore my hand off!”
     But the strangest photo was the last one. It was the back of somebody’s head, with a face painted on it.
     I stared at the last photo as Grandpa Portman explained. “He had two mouths, see? One in the front and one in the back. That’s why he got so big and fat!”
     “But it’s fake,” I said. “The face is just painted on.”
     “Sure, the paint’s fake. It was for a circus show. But I’m telling you, he had two mouths. You don’t believe me?”
     I thought about it, looking at the pictures and then at my grandfather, his face so earnest and open. What reason would he have to lie?
     “I believe you,” I said.
     And I really did believe him—for a few years, at least—though mostly because I wanted to, like other kids my age wanted to believe in Santa Claus. We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing them becomes too high, which for me was the day in second grade when Robbie Jensen pantsed me at lunch in front of a table of girls and announced that I believed in fairies. It was just deserts, I suppose, for repeating my grandfather’s stories at school but in those humiliating seconds I foresaw the moniker “fairy boy” trailing me for years and, rightly or not, I resented him for it.
     Grandpa Portman picked me up from school that afternoon, as he often did when both my parents were working. I climbed into the passenger seat of his old Pontiac and declared that I didn’t believe in his fairy stories anymore.
     “What fairy stories?” he said, peering at me over his glasses.
     “You know. The stories. About the kids and the monsters.”
     He seemed confused. “Who said anything about fairies?”
     I told him that a made-up story and a fairy tale were the same thing, and that fairy tales were for pants-wetting babies, and that I knew his photos and stories were fakes. I expected him to get mad or put up a fight, but instead he just said, “Okay,” and threw the Pontiac into drive. With a stab of his foot on the accelerator we lurched away from the curb. And that was the end of it.
     I guess he’d seen it coming—I had to grow out of them eventually—but he dropped the whole thing so quickly it left me feeling like I’d been lied to. I couldn’t understand why he’d made up all that stuff, tricked me into believing that extraordinary things were possible when they weren’t. It wasn’t until a few years later that my dad explained it to me: Grandpa had told him some of the same stories when he was a kid, and they weren’t lies, exactly, but exaggerated versions of the truth—because the story of Grandpa Portman’s childhood wasn’t a fairy tale at all. It was a horror story.
     My grandfather was the only member of his family to escape Poland before the Second World War broke out. He was twelve years old when his parents sent him into the arms of strangers, putting their youngest son on a train to Britain with nothing more than a suitcase and the clothes on his back. It was a one-way ticket. He never saw his mother or father again, or his older brothers, his cousins, his aunts and uncles. Each one would be dead before his sixteenth birthday, killed by the monsters he had so narrowly escaped. But these weren’t the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around—they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don’t recognize them for what they are until it’s too late.
     Like the monsters, the enchanted-island story was also a truth in disguise. Compared to the horrors of mainland Europe, the children’s home that had taken in my grandfather must’ve seemed like a paradise, and so in his stories it had become one: a safe haven of endless summers and guardian angels and magical children, who couldn’t really fly or turn invisible or lift boulders, of course. The peculiarity for which they’d been hunted was simply their Jewishness. They were orphans of war, washed up on that little island in a tide of blood. What made them amazing wasn’t that they had miraculous powers; that they had escaped the ghettos and gas chambers was miracle enough.
     I stopped asking my grandfather to tell me stories, and I think secretly he was relieved. An air of mystery closed around the details of his early life. I didn’t pry. He had been through hell and had a right to his secrets. I felt ashamed for having been jealous of his life, considering the price he’d paid for it, and I tried to feel lucky for the safe and unextraordinary one that I had done nothing to deserve.
     Then, a few years later, when I was fifteen, an extraordinary and terrible thing happened, and there was only Before and After.

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Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4933 reviews.
Scott_Steele More than 1 year ago
A great first book. The story is based on a collection of vintage photographs. The pictures are scattered throughout the book and make it more of a multimedia experience. Each of the already creepy photographs have been worked into the story in a way that makes them have an even more bizarre meaning. It's a wonderfully dark fantasy, and I am looking forward to seeing more from this author.
theReader278 More than 1 year ago
I loved reading this wonderful book! It is a story that keeps you entertained for hours.
-mom2one- More than 1 year ago
LOVED!!! Enjoyed, and giggled through out the book, as this was like a piece of paradise that kept me glued to my Nook. Initially was going to purchase this book for a road trip, to read with my 9 year old. BUT, after reading the sample for the Nook Color, (thank you bunches, B&N!) realized two things: 1) this is NOT something I feel age appropriate for a 9 year old (the critics were right on for 12+), and 2)immediately, knew it is absolutely perfect for me. I could not purchase "Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" fast enough as the sample hooked me quickly, and left me wanting more of the adventure!! I could not put this down (read every moment I could, including ignoring house hold chores) and am now looking forward to the next book I believe is intended, in the series. A creative, interesting, and fun book. Now...to find another book just as delightful to take on our vacation....
Logan Young More than 1 year ago
If you like harry potter, the humger games, or divergent you will LLLLOOOVVVEEEEE this book!!!!!!!! Its filled with mystery, monsters, and incredible twists!!!!! WHEN DOES THIS SEQUEL COME OUT??????!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT BOOK!!!!!!!!! AMAZING!!!!!!!!!
bookmajor More than 1 year ago
I was in a reading slump and needed a new book to get excited about! Author Riggs took odd spooky photos and built a story around them. What a great concept! A young man finds out he has an interesting birthright when his grandpa dies and leaves him a mysterious message. Chills and thrills, but no spoilers! You wont regret trying this one out!
jgmme More than 1 year ago
Its not often that I open a book, read the 1st paragraph then say :Wow!" I said it before and I will say it again, this book has the best opening paragraphs that I have read in along time. It is a phenomenal read. The flow of the writing is superb and smooth, kind of like a fine wine .The story line is imaginative and unique, and the photos just drew me in to the story. This would be a great book for a high school reading list. In fact I gave to my 16 year old son to read and he is enjoying it as much as I did.
Rebecca Kohl More than 1 year ago
It probably wasn't the best idea for me to read this late at night, as some of the pictures were truly terrifying in a sleep deprived state. However, it was a very engrossing book, and I couldn't put it down! The photographs made the story even more involving. What's really cool is that evey one of the pictures are real, vintage photographs. It makes you wonder, how did the photographer come up with these things?
Digital-Ink More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the storyline and appreciated the author's attempt at keeping the dialogue and writing fresh and modern. At times it was very humourous and the characters were believable, though their emotionality and complexity was somewhat underdeveloped. However, the pictures helped the reader start bridging the gap between fantasy and reality, and added to the tone of the novel. The plot was exciting although sometimes predicatable. I definitely would agree that this is an excellent book for young adults.
DCJames More than 1 year ago
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children is well written and conjures up splendid visual imagery. The book contains rather unusual vintage photographs of some very peculiar children indeed. The characters are well developed and very likeable. I hope this is the first in a long series about the continuing adventures of these fascinating children. Packed with action, romance, horror, and suspense, this story would also make a great movie.
dalnewt More than 1 year ago
I loved reading this gem of a book; and, I loved looking at the collection of strange vintage photographs that enhanced the narrative throughout. The editorial reviews explain the opening scenario of this book, what they don't explain is the enchanting originality and wonderful reading experience this book delivers. Part coming-of-age novel, part mystery and part fantasy with historical overtones and some touches of sci-fi horror, this book is one-of-a-kind that will hopefully be followed by others in an ongoing series by this author. The plot is eminently satisfying; the protagonist is funny and completely sympathetic; and, the main characters are extremely well-drawn. This is a unique and entertaining read that I recommend to anyone who likes to read fiction.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book full of new ideas and likeable characters. If you're looking for a fantastic adventure with some scares and a little romance, look no further. One of the best books I've read in a long time.
ivyagogo More than 1 year ago
I read this entire book in 24 hours - I simply couldn't put it down. It is such a quirky idea that really, really works and the photos were haunting and beautiful. I can't wait for the next book. Well done.
amaigo More than 1 year ago
I liked the book, but I didn't love it. The first half of the book pulled me in, and kept me riveted to the screen of my Nook. About halfway through, however, the magic, for me, began to wear off. I found many parts predictable, other parts lacking in substance. When I finished this book, I was disappointed by the fact that this story would be a continuance. All in all, it is a book which varies from typical fiction. I did enjoy the characters and their unique characteristics, as well as the comradeship that develops throughout the tale. I would recommend this book to a younger audience, likely between the ages of 11 - 17, who have enjoyed books such as The Olympians series with Percy Jackson.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was a great book i couldent put it down :( seriously i needed to go to a hospital to pry it out of my hands ... painful Anywho it is kinda creepy but that doest mean dont buy it!!! Also click yes if you want minecraft PE version on nook's
tarheels More than 1 year ago
I will admit that I passed up this book several times due to the cover. I was on goodreads with a friend and we saw a book trailer for it. If it would not have been for the trailer I would of never given it the time a day. What a fantastic story. What I liked most about it is that its not your typical story. Who would of ever thought to write a story based on different photographs. The characters bring the story alive and you can actually see yourself on the island. I found myself not wanting to put the book down. In fact I have passed it around my work and everyone is enjoying. Put it up you wont be disappointed.
healthierme More than 1 year ago
Peculiarly intoxicating! I want more!!! I highly recommend this to all! Tweens and up. I'm in my forties and I couldn't put it down! Jacob searching for truth made this an adventurous mystery... truthful witty family disfunction and even a little love story all rolled up into one ... not to disappoint this book offers it all! I honestly didn't know what to think when I saw the book online. The girl on the cover was not just peculiar I thought of her as down right creepy and yet I wanted to read this. I enjoy the tv series The Ghost Hunters and needed something to fill my need for a summer read! Peculiar? Haunting is more like it. The real photographs in the book bring the characters to life. I can't wait to see the movie! Please, please say you are working on another continuation making this into a wonderful series!! I miss the children.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So unexpected.......couldnt put this book down. My 13 yr old also loves it. Maybe the best read of the yr. Will read again one day and def. Will buy next book?...surely a sequel coming. So excited to share with my little girl aftetr reading.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was expecting a totally different kind of book and was thrilled with it. The old pictures add something unique to the story and there were a few scenes where the included photos made a moment extra creepy or even heartbreaking. I hope there's a sequel in our future.
majibookshelf More than 1 year ago
I've been eyeing Miss Peregrine's for a while now. Every time I'd see it at a bookstore, I'd want to grab it but wasn't sure how I'd like it. It's one of those books that's gotten quite the hype but at the same time there's a lot of people who didn't like it. I quickly skimmed through the synopsis but didn't pay too much attention to it and just dived into it right away.  One of the things that I enjoyed about this book is that it didn't have a prolonged and boring beginning. It was easy to get into and didn't take long to finish. The story is told from Jacob's POV, a 16-year old who doesn't have many friends and is generally unhappy about his lifestyle. As the book progresses, we see him turn into someone who's stronger and can defend himself within a matter of weeks. The story itself is quite strange and I do applaud Ransom for it because I definitely didn't predict anything when I first started reading.  My favourite part of the book would definitely have to be the photographs! At the end of the book, it mentions that all the photos are actual real vintage photos that were collected by these people who would scour flea markets and old shops looking for peculiar photos! How cool is that?   This book was definitely something unique and I enjoyed every bit of it! The only issue I had, which I think is the reason why some people didn't enjoy the book, is that after finishing the book, I went back and read the synopsis again and to be honest, I feel that it is overly exaggerated. It's hard to explain why without giving away the plot, which can't be discussed without spoiling the story. In the synopsis, it mentions that the pictures are "haunting" and that the Peculiar Children are possibly dangerous and have been quarantined. After reading the book, I realize that these words are slightly true but I still wouldn't really consider this book to be a thriller. It falls somewhere in between the YA and Middle Grade genre, so honestly how scary do you think it would be? Not much, as assumed, so if you're going into the book looking for a haunting book, this is not it. This is a paranormal yet it's not life-scarring. So my suggestion would be to ignore the synopsis and ignore the hype and just get into it right away. Enjoy it for what it is because I truly did! Oh and just to show how much I loved it, I ended up picking up Hollow City the moment I finished Miss Peregrine's.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am a 14 year old girl who absolutely LOVES reading. When I like a book, nothing else in my life is going to get done until I finish the book. However, this is one of the few books that I dreaded reading. I had to read this for school this summer, and if it wasn't required, I would not have finished it. The concept of this book is pretty brilliant actually. A young boy moving between two worlds in a novel filled with creepy photographs sounds perfect, right? I thought so, at least. However, the writing was SO POOR that I found myself questioning why this book was a New York Times bestseller, and why John Green, my favorite author, had written a review on how great it was. There were parts of the book that were very good ideas, but with a weak main character and pages on pages without dialog, I highly suggest you don't purchase this book.
Tess4 More than 1 year ago
I had a hard time putting it down. I would read it everywhere I had a chance to read and I mean everywhere. It even ended well. I would have finished it sooner than 2 weeks if work and kids did not get in the way It was nice to have the pictures thrown in to explain some of the story, and at the same time it didn't feel like a kids picture book. LOL. Fantasy books are good to read every now and then. You will love it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Reading is my favorite hobby and I have read All kinds of books but none have made me stick to it like this one has I love all the twists and turns It has it is just facinating! So I really recomend it!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I got to the end and said... I don't like the ending. My husband knew why: I didn't want it to be over!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just read online there will be a second book coming out in 2013...the date isn't set yet. So happy the story will continue. Im in my 20's and i loved this story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When I first purchased this book I had really high hopes for it. It seemed like it would have a very strong plot line and a mysterious vibe to it. But honestly, once I started reading it, I thought the book was a little amateur. It was really predictable and didn't have very many twists to it. The thing that bothered me the most was the way the author described the monsters. He explained them as having tentacles coming out of their mouths, and it just seemed extremely cheesy.I could have seen me enjoying this book a lot more when I was younger, but now I couldn't get past how unrealistic it felt. The book was certainly not the thrilling mystery I though it would be. That being said, I still really enjoyed reading it. It is a relatively easy read, and it was a nice break from all of the romance novels. The pictures added a really nice element to the story. Overall I would recommend this book, but be aware that it is not as much of a mystery as it sounds.