Notebook for Fantastical Observations by Holly Black, Tony DiTerlizzi Page B
Authors: Holly Black, Tony DiTerlizzi
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about the fact I was late. I just wanted to get home.
I stepped into a more heavily wooded area. The thick ceiling of leaves made it harder to see, but I kept my eyes on the single, unwavering light. It was brighter now, closer, and I figured that the trees were what had kept me from seeing familiar landmarks. As soon as I got on the other side of them, I’d be home.
I started to speed up, even though I couldn’t see really well. I was so happy to be that close.
A voice called my name. I stopped and heard it again. It sounded just like my mother’s voice, butclose by, as though she were standing right behind me. I whirled and saw nothing, but that pause made me stop and think. The light was really bright and yet I didn’t see any of the lights of any of the neighborhood windows or porches, which should have been visible if I really were that close.
I stopped and sat down, forcing myself to be calm. After a few moments of me just sitting there, I thought I felt the grass shift under my feet. That completely freaked me out. I was so scared that I didn’t move until the sun came up.
That was when I realized I’d spent the night at the edge of the river. One more step and I would have slipped down the steep bank and fallen into the dark water that rushed by.
—Tom R.
ANALYSIS: Stray sod shifts under the feet of travelers, causing them to go astray even in familiar surroundings.
—H. B. & T. D.
This small creature enjoys playing tricks on people:
Here’s what else I know about it:
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Descriptions or diagrams of important shortcuts I know:
Pictures of my three favorite superheroes:
Three faerie superheroes I’ve made up:
My all-star baseball team of faerie creatures:
Team batting order and other stats:
The Guide had said that trolls weren’t very smart.
FROM B OOK 2: T HE S EEING S TONE
TROLLS
One winter there was a terrible storm. My dad got stuck sleeping in his office in New York because all the trains were snowed into place. When he called, he told me that the whole city had come to a standstill. Cars were buried so deep that they looked like white hills and the plows were barely making a dent. The only people out on the street were wading through the cold powder on foot.
My mother got snowed in one town over, at her sister’s house. They’d been out shopping or something and had managed to get back to Aunt Alicia’s place before the snow hit. She called me like a million times, talking me through making a frozen pizza and heating up some chicken noodle soup, asking me if I needed her to try to make it home. I told her I’d be fine.
I ate my pizza and soup in front of the television and watched cartoons until I wastoo sleepy to keep my eyes open. But then, as I dragged myself off to my bedroom, I got kind of freaked out. I was in our ranch house all alone. In bed, I could hear sleet rattle off the roof and I could see jagged icicles hanging off the gutters outside my window.
When the cat jumped up on my bed, I yelped. I normally think of our tortoiseshell cat as annoying. She’s old, and when she meows, it always sounds like someone just stepped on her tail. But right then, even though she scared me, I was glad to have something with me. I petted her and she scooted up next to my body. Pretty soon I was asleep.
At first, when I woke up, I wasn’t sure why I’d woken. It seemed colder than before and there was a tinkling sound outside my window as the wind knocked the icicles off the gutter. But there was another sound too, like someone was messing with one of the windows.
I leaped
I stepped into a more heavily wooded area. The thick ceiling of leaves made it harder to see, but I kept my eyes on the single, unwavering light. It was brighter now, closer, and I figured that the trees were what had kept me from seeing familiar landmarks. As soon as I got on the other side of them, I’d be home.
I started to speed up, even though I couldn’t see really well. I was so happy to be that close.
A voice called my name. I stopped and heard it again. It sounded just like my mother’s voice, butclose by, as though she were standing right behind me. I whirled and saw nothing, but that pause made me stop and think. The light was really bright and yet I didn’t see any of the lights of any of the neighborhood windows or porches, which should have been visible if I really were that close.
I stopped and sat down, forcing myself to be calm. After a few moments of me just sitting there, I thought I felt the grass shift under my feet. That completely freaked me out. I was so scared that I didn’t move until the sun came up.
That was when I realized I’d spent the night at the edge of the river. One more step and I would have slipped down the steep bank and fallen into the dark water that rushed by.
—Tom R.
ANALYSIS: Stray sod shifts under the feet of travelers, causing them to go astray even in familiar surroundings.
—H. B. & T. D.
This small creature enjoys playing tricks on people:
Here’s what else I know about it:
__________________________________________________
__________________________________________________
__________________________________________________
__________________________________________________
__________________________________________________
__________________________________________________
__________________________________________________
__________________________________________________
Descriptions or diagrams of important shortcuts I know:
Pictures of my three favorite superheroes:
Three faerie superheroes I’ve made up:
My all-star baseball team of faerie creatures:
Team batting order and other stats:
The Guide had said that trolls weren’t very smart.
FROM B OOK 2: T HE S EEING S TONE
TROLLS
One winter there was a terrible storm. My dad got stuck sleeping in his office in New York because all the trains were snowed into place. When he called, he told me that the whole city had come to a standstill. Cars were buried so deep that they looked like white hills and the plows were barely making a dent. The only people out on the street were wading through the cold powder on foot.
My mother got snowed in one town over, at her sister’s house. They’d been out shopping or something and had managed to get back to Aunt Alicia’s place before the snow hit. She called me like a million times, talking me through making a frozen pizza and heating up some chicken noodle soup, asking me if I needed her to try to make it home. I told her I’d be fine.
I ate my pizza and soup in front of the television and watched cartoons until I wastoo sleepy to keep my eyes open. But then, as I dragged myself off to my bedroom, I got kind of freaked out. I was in our ranch house all alone. In bed, I could hear sleet rattle off the roof and I could see jagged icicles hanging off the gutters outside my window.
When the cat jumped up on my bed, I yelped. I normally think of our tortoiseshell cat as annoying. She’s old, and when she meows, it always sounds like someone just stepped on her tail. But right then, even though she scared me, I was glad to have something with me. I petted her and she scooted up next to my body. Pretty soon I was asleep.
At first, when I woke up, I wasn’t sure why I’d woken. It seemed colder than before and there was a tinkling sound outside my window as the wind knocked the icicles off the gutter. But there was another sound too, like someone was messing with one of the windows.
I leaped
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