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Sunday, December 6, 2015

"Lionel's Christmas Adventure" by Paul R. Hewlett

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Lionel's Christmas Adventure:
Lionel Learns the True Meaning of Christmas
(Lionel's Grand Adventure Book 2)
by Paul R. Hewlett





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Description
Have you ever wanted something you couldn’t have? Meet Lionel, a loveable bully-magnet who desperately wants a new sled and will do anything to get it.
This fun Christmas book follows Lionel from Larrystown to the North Pole. His magical Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot is back and is as unpredictable as ever. Whether Lionel’s sledding, ice skating, or in a life-sized gingerbread village, it takes him on some grand adventures.
Filled with great Christmas imagery, this book is perfect for young readers and family story time.

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Excerpt
Chapter 1
Christmas break had arrived and Lionel Snodgrass headed to pick up his best buddy Skip to head for “The Hills.” The snowflakes, large and wet, fell straight down from the sky. The sidewalks were covered with snow, and it looked like everything in Larrystown would be too if this kept up. People said they hadn't seen this much snow in over ten years.
“Ahh-choo!” Lionel sneezed, and his stocking cap almost flew off of his head.
He stopped, pushed his glasses up and wiped his nose with his mitten. He tried unsuccessfully for a few minutes to catch a snowflake on his tongue before he gave up and continued on, enjoying the sights. The houses were much different—and better—than the Snodgrass’s two story home, which had no Christmas decorations at all.
Wreaths decorated with little gold bells hung from the street lights. Every home had lights blinking and trees in the window as townsfolk prepared for Santa to come. Mailboxes overflowed with letters making sure that he knew about that last minute gift idea. Snowmen and plastic reindeer decorated lawns. Music played from somewhere as Lionel thought about what he wanted for Christmas.
He had asked his mom for a Turbo 5000 sled for Christmas. He really wanted one. In fact, he wanted one so bad that he had brought the idea up to his mom again this morning. He felt pretty sure that he wouldn’t get one though—not unless a miracle happened. After he brought it up to his mom, she had laughed so hard that his big brother Feeney ran downstairs to see what was so funny. When Feeney joined in the laughter, Lionel turned around and got ready to go to Skip’s. His mom and Feeney were still laughing when he headed out the door.
Now he tugged his mitten off and slipped his hand into his pants pocket. His chubby fingers gripped the furry object in there. He squeezed his Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot.
It was a good luck charm, much like a lucky rabbit’s foot. In fact, Lionel thought it looked a lot like a lucky rabbit’s foot. But it only came to him because he needed its protection. Although it was very magical, it was also unpredictable. Lionel had learned the hard way that the Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun had been lazy and failed to master its magic.
It had a way of granting his wishes, just in its own weird way. It had taken him on quite a few adventures over the last few years, none of which were all that pleasant. But it had also scared Feeney out of giving him atomic wedgies. He thought about using his Walbaun foot to wish for a Turbo 5000.
“Hi, Lionel.”
Lionel about jumped out of his boots. He spun around to see who had crept up behind him. Coming face to face with Carrie, he stared at her. She stood there, cheeks rosy from the cold and her dark brown eyes watching him. She was beautiful. He felt like he could look in those eyes forever. He smiled.
“Lionel? Are you okay?” asked Carrie.
That snapped Lionel out his trance. He almost forgot to talk to her. “H-h-hi,” he said.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I'm going to get Skip so we can go to The Hills.”
Carrie blinked and looked down at her boots. Her hands in their pink mittens were clasped in front of her. One pink boot pushed snow in front of her from side to side. Lionel stood there like a statue, unable to talk. Time seemed to drag on forever.
After what felt like several minutes, Carrie spoke up. “Well, I better get going. I'm going to my Aunt's to get some cinnamon for my Mom. She's baking and really needs it, so maybe I'll see you later. Have fun at The Hills.” She smiled, then turned her head and walked past Lionel.
Again he couldn't find his voice. He stared after her. His arms hung at his sides, one hand inside his mitten, the other bare. He watched her disappear from sight.
Ah, man, not again! Why can't I ever talk to her?!?
He continued on, dragging his feet, making a path through the snow as he thought about Carrie. He had a terrible crush on her— and had since the day he had moved to Larrystown almost two years ago. He hadn't been able to impress her yet though, and today wasn't going to help. He smiled as he thought of her dark brown eyes—until the picture of his mom and Feeney laughing hysterically filled his head again. He forced the image from his mind.
I’m gonna get a sled! I’m just not sure how yet. 
He looked up and found himself at the front door of Skip’s one story home. He pushed up his glasses, then raised his arm to knock.


Praise for the Book
"Lionel’s character and thoughts are perfect for teaching younger ones the true spirit of the holidays, and ways that we as community members can give back to others and it doesn’t cost us anything but some time and kindness. Join Lionel in spreading some Christmas cheer!" ~ Charlie @ Girl of 1000 Wonders
"I loved reading about Lionel and his adventure. And I love a good Christmas story. I got both in this one amazing book!" ~ Susan S., Amazon
"Lionel’s Christmas Adventure is a classic, reminds me of Charlie Brown in fact it would be super cute as a cartoon for kids during the holidays. Must Read!" ~ Lovely Reader, Amazon
"A great story for children with a sprinkling of magic… A book that will encourage children to think about what is really valuable in life." ~ Diane, Amazon
"The story is a great read, not just for the holiday, but all year as well." ~ Mysunshine510, Amazon
"Lionel’s character and thoughts are perfect for teaching younger ones the true spirit of the holidays, and ways that we as community members can give back to others and it doesn’t cost us anything but some time and kindness. Join Lionel in spreading some Christmas cheer!" ~ Charlie A., Amazon

About the Author
Paul R. Hewlett is the author of the Lionel’s Grand Adventure series, including the latest release, Lionel Goes to Camp, the third book in the series. In addition to writing the Lionel’s Grand Adventure books, Paul does freelance writing and co-authors a children’s/middle grade/young adult blog.

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

"Lionel's Christmas Adventure" by Paul R. Hewlett


FREE 19-20 November
Lionel's Christmas Adventure:
Lionel Learns the True Meaning of Christmas
by Paul R. Hewlett



Looking for a Christmas present for your 6-10 year old? Look no further than Lionel's Christmas Adventure.  It's FREE 19-20 November. While you're at it, why not buy the whole series? Also available: Lionel and the Golden Rule (read my blog post).





Description
Have you ever wanted something you couldn't have? Meet Lionel, a lovable bully-magnet who desperately wants a new sled and will do anything to get it. This fun Christmas book follows Lionel from Larrystown to the North Pole. His magical Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot is back and is as unpredictable as ever. Whether Lionel's sledding, ice skating, or in a life-sized gingerbread village, it takes him on some grand adventures. Filled with great Christmas imagery, this book is perfect for young readers and family story time. These holidays, be careful what you wish for, you never know what might happen!

Excerpt
Chapter 1

Christmas break had arrived and Lionel Snodgrass headed to pick up his best buddy Skip to head for “The Hills.” The snowflakes, large and wet, fell straight down from the sky. The sidewalks were covered with snow, and it looked like everything in Larrystown would be too if this kept up. People said they hadn't seen this much snow in over ten years.
“Ahh-choo!” Lionel sneezed, and his stocking cap almost flew off of his head.
He stopped, pushed his glasses up and wiped his nose with his mitten. He tried unsuccessfully for a few minutes to catch a snowflake on his tongue before he gave up and continued on, enjoying the sights. The houses were much different—and better—than the Snodgrass’s two story home, which had no Christmas decorations at all.
Wreaths decorated with little gold bells hung from the street lights. Every home had lights blinking and trees in the window as townsfolk prepared for Santa to come. Mailboxes overflowed with letters making sure that he knew about that last minute gift idea. Snowmen and plastic reindeer decorated lawns. Music played from somewhere as Lionel thought about what he wanted for Christmas.
He had asked his mom for a Turbo 5000 sled for Christmas. He really wanted one. In fact, he wanted one so bad that he had brought the idea up to his mom again this morning. He felt pretty sure that he wouldn't get one though—not unless a miracle happened. After he brought it up to his mom, she had laughed so hard that his big brother Feeney ran downstairs to see what was so funny. When Feeney joined in the laughter, Lionel turned around and got ready to go to Skip’s. His mom and Feeney were still laughing when he headed out the door.
Now he tugged his mitten off and slipped his hand into his pants pocket. His chubby fingers gripped the furry object in there. He squeezed his Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot.
It was a good luck charm, much like a lucky rabbit’s foot. In fact, Lionel thought it looked a lot like a lucky rabbit’s foot. But it only came to him because he needed its protection. Although it was very magical, it was also unpredictable. Lionel had learned the hard way that the Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun had been lazy and failed to master its magic.
It had a way of granting his wishes, just in its own weird way. It had taken him on quite a few adventures over the last few years, none of which were all that pleasant. But it had also scared Feeney out of giving him atomic wedgies. He thought about using his Walbaun foot to wish for a Turbo 5000.
“Hi, Lionel.”
Lionel about jumped out of his boots. He spun around to see who had crept up behind him. Coming face to face with Carrie, he stared at her. She stood there, cheeks rosy from the cold and her dark brown eyes watching him. She was beautiful. He felt like he could look in those eyes forever. He smiled.
“Lionel? Are you okay?” asked Carrie.
That snapped Lionel out his trance. He almost forgot to talk to her. “H-h-hi,” he said.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I'm going to get Skip so we can go to The Hills.”
Carrie blinked and looked down at her boots. Her hands in their pink mittens were clasped in front of her. One pink boot pushed snow in front of her from side to side. Lionel stood there like a statue, unable to talk. Time seemed to drag on forever.
After what felt like several minutes, Carrie spoke up. “Well, I better get going. I'm going to my Aunt's to get some cinnamon for my Mom. She's baking and really needs it, so maybe I'll see you later. Have fun at The Hills.” She smiled, then turned her head and walked past Lionel.
Again he couldn't find his voice. He stared after her. His arms hung at his sides, one hand inside his mitten, the other bare. He watched her disappear from sight.
Ah, man, not again! Why can't I ever talk to her?!?
He continued on, dragging his feet, making a path through the snow as he thought about Carrie. He had a terrible crush on her— and had since the day he had moved to Larrystown almost two years ago. He hadn't been able to impress her yet though, and today wasn't going to help. He smiled as he thought of her dark brown eyes—until the picture of his mom and Feeney laughing hysterically filled his head again. He forced the image from his mind.
I’m gonna get a sled! I’m just not sure how yet. 
He looked up and found himself at the front door of Skip’s one story home. He pushed up his glasses, then raised his arm to knock.

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Review
Lionel's Christmas Adventure is a charming story that follows Lionel Snodgrass, a 12-year old boy, as he is given a gentle reminder about the true meaning of Christmas. Author, Paul R. Hewlett, uses humor to deliver an important message. The story flows along very quickly and will provide an entertaining Christmas story for young readers to enjoy.

About the Author
Paul R. Hewlett writes books for children. His first book was Lionel's Grand Adventure: Lionel and the Golden Rule. It is an early chapter book for ages 6-10. It is the first book in the Lionel's Grand Adventure series. 
Paul is a US Air Force vet who is married and has a "senior" dog named Joe that he and his wife adopted from the local rescue facility. His aim is to increase and foster children's interest in reading by combining entertainment and values.

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Saturday, December 21, 2013

"Lionel's Grand Adventure: Lionel and The Golden Rule" by Paul R. Hewlett

REVIEW and EXCERPT

Lionel's Grand Adventure:
Lionel and The Golden Rule



Description
Lionel’s Grand Adventure: Lionel and the Golden Rule is a beginning chapter book about a twelve year old boy who is constantly subjected to ridicule from his Mom and older brother. Things change when he makes a seemingly innocent discovery. The magical, yet unpredictable, Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot takes him on the adventure of a lifetime. Explore Lionel’s adventure and discover the wonderful world of the magical Walbaun foot and the lesson that it helps teach Lionel. This book helps children who want to feel better about themselves. It helps them find a role model. Lionel is very comfortable with who he is despite his physical shortcomings and his bullying Mom and older brother.

Excerpt
In the summer of 1967, Lionel and his family moved to the tiny village of Larrystown, Missouri from Penobscott, Massachusetts. He was excited to have his own room rather than having to share it with his big brother Will, or Feeney as everyone called him, with whom Lionel had nothing in common. 
Lionel examined every nook and cranny of his new room. Bending over to inspect the floorboards, he kept pushing his glasses back up He knew he had to be creative to examine the top shelf of the closet since he couldn’t reach that high. Now his exploration felt like an adventure.
Lionel spied an old, cast iron heat register next to the closet. About a foot high, it stuck out from the wall almost a full inch, just enough for him to balance himself on. With some difficulty, he managed to pull his chubby frame onto the edge of the register, holding on to the clothes rod in the closet to keep his balance. Standing on his tippee toes, he took a peek at the shelf.
At first, the shelf appeared to be empty except for the inch of dust on it. A closer examination revealed something bulky lying in the far corner out of his reach. Not to be discouraged, he inched to his left, holding on to the door frame with one hand and reaching as far as his other arm would allow. The treasure still sat a few inches away, but Lionel did not give up. He took a deep breath and jumped off of the register toward the unknown object.
WHAM!!!
Smacking his head on the door frame, Lionel missed his target, and landed with a thud on the floor. This not only left him with a goose egg on his head, it also caught the attention of his mom.
“Lionel, what in the heck are you doing up there?” Her loud voice attacked his ears. “You better not be wrecking anything or making a mess! If you are, so help me, I'm gonna spank you with the yardstick! Now go have a snack or play with your toys. Do not make me come up there!”
Lionel's head dropped and he felt like a deflated balloon. Closing his eyes, he thought about all the times his mom had criticized him. Then he clenched his teeth, set his jaw, and looked up—more determined than ever to continue his exploring.
He had learned not to let her words stop him—even if they did hurt. He was happy she didn't actually carry out her threat—this time. Having two stories in the house might be good since she didn't like to move around a lot. And her yardstick gave Lionel an idea to rescue the object on his closet shelf. Now he had to get the yardstick without his mom knowing he was up to something.
Lionel hopped up, pulled up his hand-me-down pants, and snuck down the stairs to the pantry. He took a minute to peek into the living room. His mom sat on the sofa, snacking on some chocolates and watching TV. Creeping toward the door, he gripped the handle, held his breath, and turned it. The door opened without the squeak of the pantry door in their old house.
There it is!
Lionel smiled. He grabbed the yardstick, closed the pantry door and hurried back up the stairs.
With the yardstick in his hand, he pulled himself back up on the heat register with a grunt. Careful not to fall, he stretched out for the object. He moved it closer to the edge. Tiny beads of sweat formed on his forehead as his fingers slipped on the doorjamb.
Uh-oh.  Don't fall.  Mom will hear! 
Bingo! The object fell to the ground without a sound. It appeared to be nothing more than an old rabbit's foot, the kind used as good luck charms. Not a bad discovery, since Lionel always needed some good luck to make up for all the things that seemed to go wrong, but it sure wasn't as exciting as he had imagined.
Lionel brushed his hair out of his eyes and took a closer look. The object looked bigger than any rabbit's foot he had ever seen, unless they grew them in some different way in Larrystown.
It had three very long toes, about four inches long, able to bend in either direction, all very unlike a rabbit. Lionel jumped as a loud banging came from the stairway. It had to be Feeney. Lionel stuffed the foot into his pocket as the footsteps reached the top step.
Feeney flung the door open. “Whad'ya doing, you little twerp?”
“Nothing, Feeney, I'm just hanging out in my new room.” Lionel felt his face flush and the fear grew in his stomach.
“Well you better...hey! What are you doing with Ma's yardstick?” asked Feeney, his jaw sticking out like a cash register drawer. Feeney inched closer and towered over Lionel. “I'm gonna tell her unless you...”
Lionel bit his tongue and wished Feeney would vanish and leave him alone. He pictured him exploding like a balloon, little pieces of it drifting slowly to the ground.
A very loud ripping noise filled the room as the seams in the seat of Feeney's pants split. He looked down at the gaping hole and gasped.
Eyes wide, face pale, he shot out of the door without a sound. Lionel stood in stunned silence. Feeney hadn't exploded, but his pants had. The look on his face was priceless, and the hole in the seat of his pants had made him vanish. Lionel smiled.

Review
This is the first of Lionel's Grand Adventures, a series written especially for boys aged 6 to 12. Lionel Snodgrass is a twelve-year-old boy who is "a little chubby and slow", "wears his older brother's hand-me-down clothes", and "wears glasses that always slide down his nose".
When Lionel moves into his new house in a new town, he is dreading starting at his new school. But then he finds the Three-Toed-Potbellied Walbaun foot at the back of the cupboard in his new room. Similar to a lucky rabbit's foot, this magical foot once belonged to the Potbellied Walbaun, a magical creature like a leprechaun. According to legend, the foot can only be seen by those who are persecuted or in need. Well, Lionel is certainly persecuted by his older brother, Feeney, and in need of a helping hand (or foot!).
Unfortunately, the Walbaun was a lazy creature who never quite managed to master his magic. As you can guess, this will lead to Lionel's wishes having some unexpected results. And, of course, there is a lesson to be learned. Read this book to find out what it is.
I look forward to reading Lionel's further adventures. He is a very likeable character, and I think young boys will find it very easy to relate to him.

About the Author
Paul R. Hewlett writes books for children. His first book was Lionel's Grand Adventure: Lionel and the Golden Rule. It is an early chapter book for ages 6 to 12. Released in December 2011, it is the first book in the Lionel's Grand Adventure series. It was followed by Lionel's Christmas Adventure: Lionel Learns the True Meaning of Christmas, was released in November 2012.
Paul is a US Air Force vet who is married and has a "senior" dog named Joe that he and his wife adopted from the local rescue facility. His aim is to increase and foster children's interest in reading by combining entertainment and values. "I promise to continue to try to deliver good, clean, fun, books that maybe, just maybe will teach a lesson along the way," Paul states.

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