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Zusatztext * "This book is self-aware, playing with common fantasy tropes, thus reinvigorating the familiar underlying story of a loner having to learn to overcome her fears to save the ones she loves...A fun, fast read with broad appeal." — School Library Journal , starred review * "Readers will not want to stop reading this quirky, fast-paced adventure until reaching its satisfactory, heartwarming conclusion...Funny, warm, and highly imaginative." — Kirkus , starred review "Young fantasy fans will find much to appreciate in this unusual look at the power of dreams, and what can happen when you are one of the rare few who can bring them to life." — Bulletin "Durst makes the most of a truly creative premise in a novel filled with wit, empathy, and over-the-top dream moments come to life." — Publishers Weekly Informationen zum Autor Sarah Beth Durst is the author of the New York Times bestseller The Spellshop , as well as over twenty-five fantasy books for adults, teens, and kids, including the Queens of Renthia series, Drink Slay Love , and Spark . She has won an American Library Association Alex Award and a Mythopoeic Fantasy Award and has been a finalist for the Andre Norton Nebula Award three times. She lives in Stony Brook, New York, with her husband, her children, and her ill-mannered cat. Klappentext "A perfect combination of adventure, humor, and pure imagination!" -Jessica Day George, New York Times best-selling author of Tuesdays at the Castle "Funny, scary, and endlessly inventive." -Bruce Coville, author of Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher Sophie loves the hidden shop below her parents' bookstore, where dreams are secretly bought and sold. When the dream shop is robbed and her parents go missing, Sophie must unravel the truth to save them. Together with her best friend-a wisecracking and fanatically loyal monster named Monster-she must decide whom to trust with her family's carefully guarded secrets. Who will help them, and who will betray them? 1 Sophie had only ever stolen one dream. She’d been six and curious, two not unrelated traits. The dream had been stored in a brilliant blue bottle with a gold-flecked stopper. It was the only unlabeled bottle in the batch, and she’d thought that meant it wouldn’t be missed. She’d spotted it on the top shelf after her parents left (one to the grocery store and one to tend to a customer). She had to haul books downstairs from the shop and pile them on top of a stool before she could reach it. Stretching, she touched the bottle with her fingertips, knocked it off the shelf, and then caught it before it could shatter on the old stained counter below. It took precious seconds to wiggle the stopper out, and she chugged it down without hesitating. It tasted like fresh melon. She’d thought she’d see a swirl of mist first, like the squiggly fog that always came before a dream in a TV show, but instead she plunged instantly into the dream. One second she was in her parents’ workroom beneath the bookshop, and the next she was tucked into a bed with cupcake-pink ruffled sheets. For an instant, she thought it was her bed, even though she didn’t have pink sheets, but then she remembered who and where she was. Sitting up, Sophie looked around curiously at the cotton-candy wallpaper and the shelves of toys. The owner of this room had a Barbie Dreamhouse and liked horses. A night-light in the shape of a pink unicorn cast a rosy glow over the room. Pink shadows stretched. One of the shadows twitched. And a shadowy monster crept out of the closet. Sophie felt her heart beat deliciously faster. Slowly, so she wouldn’t startle the monster, Sophie scooted out from under the...
