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The Time Fetch: Time is stolen! And also the world might end.



The Time Fetch is a delightful romp through ponderings of atoms, time, and Christmas cookies. 

I snatched it from someone's table at Book Expo America last year (me: "Can I take this?" guy: "um...maybe?" me: "ok cool" *takes it*) and it's been sitting on my shelf ever since. UNTIL NOW, when I read it and loved it.

So there are these little time-gnat/fairy things and they steal tiny bits of time. Not so you'd really notice. It's just that when time seems to go faster than normal and you are shocked it is already 2 o'clock, and how did that happen so quickly?--time-gnats. (note: they are not called time-gnats in the book, but it how they are best described)


like Crysta in Ferngully but way smaller
and also they eat time

At a certain time of year, namely, the solstice, they go back into their home (the time fetch), which is a little rock/walnut-type thing, and they wait to be picked up. But if someone disturbs the time fetch, like an idiot teenage boy named Edward who didn't do his homework assignment which was finding a certain type of rock and just picks up one from his aunt's garden instead, and the time-gnats subsequently get free, ALL HAVOC SHALL BREAK LOOSE AND THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT MAY END.

You can't just DO that.

This was really just a fun book. There's fun science, like the thought of how much SPACE there is between atoms, and it makes you do things like stick your tongue out and taste the air, which I do not recommend doing in view of your co-workers, but WHATEVER life is finite, and you should do you. 

It also changes perspectives a lot, so Edward's not really THE protagonist. It's him, and his classmates Feenix (girl), Danton (boy), and Brigit, and they're all great. There's also a fair amount of English mythology (like the Green Man! I love the Green Man) and some stuff with fairies and a kind of malevolent force, but not really the cliched kind you've come to expect from these sorts of books.

Science. Mythology. Memories of home, Christmas, and childhood. This book has all of that. So I'd probably read it and stuff if I were you.


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