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S: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children Abc Book

FC: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children | ABC Book | Thomas Propest 9-6-2012

1: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children | ABC Book | Thomas Propest 9-16-2012

2: A | braham | Portman | "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." | Other than his genealogical necessity to the story (If it weren't for him there wouldn't have been a Jacob's dad and therefore there wouldn't have been a Jacob), it was his grandfather's last words and his book that lead Jacob to island where he learned so much about himself and the world around him, knowledge that ultimately saved his life and and changed it for the better.

3: B | aited | "This is their home. I have tried to make it as nice a place as I could. But the plain fact is they cannot leave..." "Maybe he'd gone crazy and killed himself, I thought— gotten so sick of this cheerful but futureless eternity that he'd guzzled rat poison or taken a dive off a cliff." | Although the loop provides safety from the dangers that lurk outside of it, and from death itself, it acts also as a prison- they're stuck here forever, leaving would only result in death, as it did for characters Victor and Charlotte.

4: C | airnholm | "Cairnholm had to be the island Miss Peregrine had mentioned in her letter. Could it have been the same island where my grandfather lived as a boy?" | The island where Jacob's grandfather lived for several years, the island that sealed the peculiars off from the rest of the world...where Jacob must travel to solve the mystery of his grandfather's last words.

5: D | octor | Golan | “Did you forget me so quick?” he said in a New England accent. “But then I'm just a poor old bus driver, guess you wouldn't remember.” It seemed impossible, but somehow this man was doing a dead-on impression of my middle school bus driver, Mr. Barron...“Either him or the yard man,” he said in a deep Florida drawl... It was the pitch-perfect voice of the man who for years had maintained my family's lawn and cleaned our pool...I couldn't understand it. I hadn't seen the yard man since my mother replaced him three years ago, and Mr. Barron had vanished from my life after eighth grade. Had they—he—real y been fol owing me? “How'd you know where to find me?” “Why, Jacob,” he said, his voice changing yet again, “you told me yourself. In confidence, of course.” It was a middle-American accent now, soft and educated. He tipped the flashlight up so that its glow spilled onto his face.The beard I'd seen him wearing the other day was gone. Now there was no mistaking him. Dr. Golan..." | Secretly a wight who had followed Jacob around all his life as several different characters...the man whom Jacob told everything, who came to the island now knowing where to find peculiars to feed a ravenous hollowgast, all thanks to Jacob.

6: E | mma | "He let me go, and I went to take a shower and thought about Emma. Then I brushed my teeth and thought about Emma and washed my face and thought about Emma. After that I went to my room and took the apple she'd given me out of my pocket and set it on the nightstand, and then, as if to reassure myself she still existed, I got out my phone and looked through the pictures of her I'd taken that afternoon. I was still looking when I heard my father go to bed in the next room, and still looking when the generators kicked off and my lamp went out, and when there was no light anywhere but her face on my little screen, I lay there in the dark, still looking." | A peculiar who could create fire in her hands, who fell in love Abraham Portman and became angry when Jacob claimed to be his grandson- if he claimed truthfully this would mean that Abe had grown old, an possibly died. But she finds new love, in Jacob, who looks like and carries the same powers as his grandfather had.

7: F | amily | “Will I ever be safe anywhere?” I asked her. Miss Peregrine touched my shoulder. “You're safe here,” she said. “And you may live with us as long as you like.” | After his grandfather died, Jacob had no one who understood him... he felt disconnected. But when he visited the home of the peculiar children, he felt like he belonged, like he was a part of something...which he finds out he is. He too is a peculiar, and in the end makes the decision to leave the regular world behind and live with his new family.

8: G | reat | War | The | “When we say ‘the war’ around here, my boy, there's only one that we mean—the second. It was a German air raid that got ‘em, if I'm not mistaken.” “No, that can't be right.” He nodded. “In those days, there was an anti-aircraft gun battery at the far tip of the island, past the wood where the house is. It made Cairnholm a legitimate military target." | The war brought the children to the island of Cairnholm, the war that Jacob's grandfather fought in, the very war that destroyed the children's home and sent them living the same day...every day...forever.

9: H | "I saw a face that seemed to have been transplanted directly from the nightmares of my childhood. It stared back with eyes that swam in dark liquid, furrowed trenches of carbon-black flesh loose on its hunched frame, its mouth hinged open grotesquely so that a mass of long eel-like tongues could wriggle out." "...weeks later there began a series of attacks upon peculiars by awful creatures who, apart from their shadows, could not be seen except by peculiars like yourself—our very first clashes with the hollowgast." | allowgast | After an experiment with loops goes terribly wrong, those involved in the experiment are granted with the very thing they were looking after, immortality....but with a price. The experiment turned them into horrid creatures (hence their name, for they have no hearts or souls) that thrive on the flesh of peculiars.

10: I | nvisible | “You're invisible,” I replied dumbly. “Indeed. Millard Nullings, at your service.” | A word that not only describes one of the first peculiar children Jacob meets, but how Jacob himself feels; his family doesn't understand him, and then he feels betrayed by his one friend, Ricky, who claims he didn't see the monster that had obviously killed his grandfather.

11: J | acob | "Was he—my grandfather— was he like ” “Like us?” I nodded. She smiled strangely. “He was like you, Jacob.” | The main character in the story who has a seemingly boring life, until the final words of his grand- father and a note left to him lead him to an obliterated old house on a practically deserted island. While exploring it's catacombs he is startled by a group of peering children. The same children | from his grand- father's photos. He is led back into a world where he discovers children with marvelous powers, and he discovers that he has powers of his own, the very same powers his grandfather had. In the end he leaves our own world for this one, where he lives a life that's any- thing but ordinary.

12: K | iss | "When I let her down she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and handed me the apple. “Here,” she said, “you earned it.” “The apple or the kiss?” "We kissed, and it was gentle and nice, rain dripping from our noses and running warm into our just-open mouths." | A kiss can mean so much, and it meant a lot to Jacob and Emma...they faced a life or death situation, this may have well been the last time they saw each other...and so they kissed.

13: L | oops | "We create temporal loops in which peculiar folk can live indefinitely.” “A loop,” I repeated, remembering my grandfather's command: find the bird, in the loop. "Is that what this place is?” “Yes. Though you may better know it as the third of September, 1940.” I leaned toward her over the little desk. “What do you mean? It's only the one day? It repeats?” “Over and over, though our experience of it is continuous....“Just to make sure I understand,” I said. “If today is September third, 1940, then tomorrow is also September third, 1940, then tomorrow is also September third?...so tomorrow never comes.” “In a manner of speaking.” | In a loop time is frozen, and the peculiars within in will remain young and vital within it. It's open only to peculiars, but humans are of no threat compared to the wights and hollowgasts that can also penetrate them.

14: M | iss | Peregrine | We walked through the house, past more curious eyes peeping through door cracks and from behind sofas, and into a sunny sitting room, where on an elaborate Persian rug, in a high-backed chair, a distinguished-looking lady sat knitting. She was dressed head to toe in black, her hair pinned in a perfectly round knot atop her head, with lace gloves and a high-collared blouse fastened tightly at her throat—as fastidiously neat as the house itself. I could've guessed who she was even if I hadn't remembered her picture from those I'd found in the smashed trunk. This was Miss Peregrine. | A woman who spent years taking care of peculiar children, and now has spent the past seventy keeping the loop open to protect them from the dangers of the outside world and possible death. She spends all her time cooking, cleaning, educating, and entertaining them... but when a wight unexpectedly swoops her away, she must depend on the children to save her.

15: N | eglected | "It was Halloween. My dad was four or five years old and had never been trick-or-treating, and Grandpa Portman had promised to take him when he got off work... [he] sat by the driveway waiting for Grandpa Portman to come home from five o’clock until nightfall , but he never did." “I never dug too deep with your grandpa because I was afraid of what I'd find,” he said finally... Your grandpa kept those secrets because they were painful...him being gone all the time. What he was really doing. I think—your aunt and I both thought—that there was another woman. Maybe more than one.” | Not only did Jacob's father feel neglected when his father never showed up that night, and when he spent so much time away from home... but so did Emma, when Abe never returned. He was torn between two worlds.

16: O | rphanage | The | "We walked through the woods, where the path was as wide and clear as any trail in a national park, then emerged onto a broad expanse of lawn blooming with flowers and striped with neat gardens. We'd reached the house. I gazed at it in wonder... it was beautiful. There wasn't a shingle out of place or a broken window. Turrets and chimneys that had slumped lazily on the house I remembered now pointed confidently toward the sky. The forest that had seemed to devour its walls stood at a respectful distance. I was led down a flagstone path and up a set of freshly painted steps to the porch." | This beautiful house kept peculiars secluded from the rest of the world, and after the bomb struck it seventy years previous to Jacob's visit, it had fallen into complete disrepair, everything was broken, shattered, deteriorated... or so Jacob thought, until he followed Emma through the loop and to the steps of this treasure.

17: P | eculiars | “The real taxonomy of Homo-sapiens is a secret known to only a few, of whom you will know be one. At base, it is a simple dichotomy: there are the coerlfolc, the teeming mass of common people who make up humanity's great bulk, and there is the hidden branch—the crypto-sapiens, if you will —who are called syndrigast, or “peculiar spirit” in the venerable language of my ancestors. As you have no doubt surmised, we here are of the latter type." | Pe-cu-liar [pi-kyool-yer] adjective 1.strange; queer; odd. 2.uncommon; unusual 3.distinctive in nature or character from others. 4.belonging exclusively to some person, group, or thing.

18: Q | uell | Suppress or crush completely. | "It was an awful sight. His limbs were twisted in improbable directions. His trunk had been scissored open and emptied out, ice filling the cavity where his vitals had been. When his face appeared, there was a collective intake of breath. Half was a purple contusion that hung in strips like a shredded mask. The other was just undamaged enough to recognize him by: a jaw stippled with beard, a jig-sawed section of cheek and brow, and one green eye, filmed over and gazing emptily." | A word that not only describes the completely mutilated body of Martin, but the intentions of the hollowgasts and wights completely, to have a holocaust of peculiars.

19: R | alph | Waldo Emerson | “Emerson wrote his fair share of letters,” he said. “Maybe that's what your grandfather was referring to.” | If it weren't for the Emerson book, Jacob would have never been able to find Miss Peregrine and the home the peculiar children, and learned so much about his grandfather and himself.

20: S | eptember | Third, 1940 | “The noise was dreadful,” Oggie said. “It was like giants stamping across the island, and it seemed to go on for ages. They gave us a hell of a pounding, though no one in town was killed, thank heaven. Can't say the same for our gunner boys—though they gave as good as they got—nor the poor souls at the orphan home. One bomb was all it took. Gave up their lives for Britain, they did. So wherever they was from, God bless ‘em for that.” “Do you remember when it happened?” I asked.“Early in the war or late?” “I can tell you the exact day,” he said. “It was the third of September, 1940." | September third, 1940, the day when bombs fell upon the little island of Cairnholm, one of them destroying the home of the peculiar children, and killing everyone inside it...or so they thought.

21: T | heater | “Ladieeees and gentlemen!” he crowed. “It gives me the utmost pleasure to present to you a performance like no other in history! A show of such unrivaled daring, of such accomplished magicianship, that you simply won't believe your eyes! Good citizens, I give you Miss Peregrine and her Peculiar Children!” | Before having to hide from the world, the children openly displayed their powers to crowds at the circus. and now for Jacob they set to the stage, to display their marvelous abilities.

22: U | nequal | Love | “Had to? I don't know. He said he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he sat out the war while his people were being hunted and killed. Said it was his duty. I suppose duty meant more to him than I did. Anyhow, I waited. I waited and worried through that whole bloody war, thinking every letter that came was a death notice. Then, when the war was finally over, he said... he was going to America to make a home for us, and then he'd send for me. So I waited more. ... I waited so long that if I'd actually gone to be with him I would've been forty years old. By then he'd taken up with some commoner. And that, as they say, was that.” | Jacob's grandfather may have loved Emma just as much she loved him at first, but he loved the idea of living in the regular world and being a normal person even more. Eventually he found himself another woman and had children.

23: V | agabond | "That's why they're mostly nomads. If they didn't move from place to place so often, they'd be simple to track down.” | A word that not only describes the nomadic lifestyle of hallowgasts, but the lifestyle of both Jacob and his grandfather; moving back and forth from the real world to that of the peculiars.

24: W | ights | “If being a hollow is a living hell —and it most certainly is—then being a wight is akin to purgatory. Wights are almost common. They have no peculiar abilities. But because they can pass for human, they live in servitude to their hollow brethren, acting as scouts and spies and procurers of flesh. It's a hierarchy of the damned that aims someday to turn all hollows into wights and all peculiars into corpses.” | After devouring enough peculiar flesh, a hallowgast will be turned into a wight. Wights don't seem to hold on to any memory of their past life, but hold onto their immortality. Appearing completely human, they can only be distinguished by their completely white eyes...they live among us, rounding up meals for their brethren hallowgasts.

25: X | -Linked | "He could see the monsters. The moment she said it, all the horrors I thought I'd put behind me came flooding back. They were real and they'd killed my grandfather. “I can see them, too,” I told her, whispering it like a secret shame. Her eyes welled and she embraced me. “I knew there was something peculiar about you...” | He could see the monsters, his grandfather ... and so could he. Only peculiars could go through loops, and his grandfather was one of them...and so was he.

26: Y | mbrynes | "We who can manipulate time fields consciously—and not only for ourselves, but for others—are known as ymbrynes. We create temporal loops in which peculiar folk can live indefinitely.” | If it weren't for these unique peculiars, peculiars may have died out completely hundreds, perhaps thousands of years ago. Even if they had managed to survive, that bomb would have actually ended the lives of the peculiars in Miss Peregrines home, and thus no story.

27: z | eal | "...a little extortion was a small price to pay to find the woman I'd crossed the Atlantic to meet." | A character trait truly held by Jacob- he was always determined. Determined to solve the riddle of his grandfather's last words, determined to get to the island, determined to find the house, and determined to catch that girl which leads him to the mysterious world of peculiars.

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