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Read "Howl's Moving Castle" by Diana Wynne Jones available from Rakuten Kobo. Sign up today and get £3 off your first download. From the Godmother of. Sophie leaves the shop and happens upon the castle of the Wizard Howl. He has a reputation for finding young women and eating their hearts but that doesn't. Editorial Reviews. From School Library Journal. Grade 6 Up Sophie Hatter reads a great deal Kindle Store · Kindle eBooks · Children's eBooks.
When the funeral was over,Fanny sat down in the parlor in the house next door to the shop andexplained the situation. Lettie could be awkwardly strong-minded attimes. You know my old school friend AnnabelFairfax?
Lettie, as the second daughter, was never likely to come tomuch, so Fanny had put her where she might meet a handsomeyoung apprentice and live happily ever after. Martha, who was boundto strike out and make her fortune, would have witchcraft and richfriends to help her.
As for Sophie herself, Sophie had no doubt whatwas coming. How do you feel about that? She thanked Fanny gratefully.
For the way to Upper Folding, whereMrs. Martha was understandably scared. Lettie refused all help with thepacking.
Lettie marched behind the wheelbarrow looking much more cheerfulthan Sophie expected. She had the air of shaking the dust ofthe hat shop off her feet. A week later the carrier brought a letter from Martha to say thatMartha had arrived safely and that Mrs. She keeps bees. Sophie of course knew the hat trade quite well already. Since she wasa tiny child she had run in and out of the big workshed across the yardwhere the hats were damped and molded on blocks, and flowers andfruit and other trimmings were made from wax and silk.
She knew the people who worked there. Most of them had been there when herfather was a boy. She knew Bessie, the only remaining shop assistant. She knew the customers who bought the hats and the man who drovethe cart which fetched raw straw hats in from the country to beshaped on the blocks in the shed. She knew the other suppliers andhow you made felt for winter hats. There was not really much thatFanny could teach her, except perhaps the best way to get a customerto download a hat.
Sophiesat in a small alcove at the back of the shop, sewing roses to bonnetsand veiling to velours, lining all of them with silk and arranging waxfruit and ribbons stylishly on the outsides. She was good at it. Shequite liked doing it.
But she felt so isolated and a little dull. Theworkshop people were too old to be much fun and, besides, theytreated her as someone apart who was going to inherit the businesssomeday. Bessie treated her the same way. Sophie rather envied Fanny, who could bustle off to bargain with thesilk merchant whenever she wanted. The most interesting thing was the talk from the customers.
Nobodycan download a hat without gossiping. The voices always dropped lowwhen they talked of Wizard Howl, but Sophie gathered that he hadcaught a girl down the valley last month. That was one who wouldnever attract even Wizard Howl, let alone a respectable man. Thenthere would be a fleeting, fearful whisper about the Witch of theWaste.
Sophie began to feel that Wizard Howl and the Witch of theWaste should get together. But by the end of the month the gossip in the shop was suddenly allabout Lettie.
Fanny was pleased with this news. It occurred to Sophie that Fanny was glad Lettie was nolonger around. Other ladies look at Lettie and despair.
There was noone else much to talk to. Fanny was out bargaining, or trying to whipup custom, much of the day, and Bessie was busy serving and tellingeveryone her wedding plans. Sophie got into the habit of putting eachhat on the stand as she finished it, where it sat almost looking like ahead without a body, and pausing while she told the hat what thebody under it ought to be like.
She flattered the hats a bit, becauseyou should flatter customers. It looked so fussy and plain. Jane Farrier came into the shop next day and bought it. Her hair didlook a little strange, Sophie thought, peeping out of her alcove, as ifJane had wound it round a row of pokers. It seemed a pity she hadchosen that bonnet. But everyone seemed to be downloading hats andbonnets around then. At this rate we might havemanaged. But such was the demand that she was hard at trimming hats inbetween customers, and every evening she took them next door to thehouse, where she worked by lamplight far into the night in order tohave hats to sell the next day.
Then, the week before May Day, someone came in and asked for onewith mushroom pleats like the one Jane Farrier had been wearingwhen she ran off with the Count of Catterack. That night, as she sewed, Sophie admitted to herself that her life wasrather dull.
Instead of talking to the hats, she tried each one on as shefinished it and looked in the mirror. This was a mistake. The staidgray dress did not suit Sophie, particularly when her eyes were red-rimmed with sewing, and, since her hair was a reddish straw color,neither did caterpillar-green nor pink. The one with the mushroompleats simply made her look dreary.
Not that she wanted to race off with counts, like Jane Farrier, or evenfancied half the town offering her marriage, like Lettie. But shewanted to do something-she was not sure what- that had a bit moreinterest to it than simply trimming hats. She thought she would findtime next day to go and talk to Lettie.
But she did not go. Either she could not find the time, or she couldnot find the energy, or it seemed a great distance to Market Square, orshe remembered that on her own she was in danger from WizardHowl- anyway, every day it seemed more difficult to go and see hersister.
It was very odd. Sophie had always thought she was nearly asstrong-minded as Lettie. Now she was finding that there were somethings she could only do when there were no excuses left. Meanwhile a new piece of gossip came into the shop. The King hadquarreled with his own brother, Prince Justin, it was said, and thePrince had gone into exile.
Nobody quite knew the reason for thequarrel, but the Prince had actually come through Market Chipping indisguise a couple of months back, and nobody had known. The Count of Catterack had been sent by the King to look for the Prince, when hehappened to meet Jane Farrier instead.
Sophie listened and felt sad. Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else. Still, it would be nice to see Lettie.
May Day came. Merrymaking filled the streets from dawn onward. Fanny went out early, but Sophie had a couple of hats to finish first. Sophie sang as she worked. After all, Lettie was working too. But when she at last put a gray shawl over her gray dress and went outinto the street, Sophie did not feel excited. She felt overwhelmed. There were too many people rushing past, laughing and shouting, fartoo much noise and jostling. Sophie felt as if the past months ofsitting and sewing had turned her into an old woman or a semi-invalid.
When there came asudden volley of bangs from overhead somewhere, Sophie thoughtshe was going to faint. Wizard Howl seemed to beoffended by May Day. Or maybe he was trying to join in, in his ownfashion. Sophie was too terrified to care. So she ran. It comes of being the eldest of three. Crowds of young men swaggered beerilyto and fro, trailing cloaks and long sleeves and stamping buckledboots they would never have dreamed of wearing on a working day,calling loud remarks and accosting girls.
The girls strolled in finepairs, ready to be accosted. It was perfectly normal for May Day, butSophie was scared of that too. And when a young man in a fantasticalblue-and-silver costume spotted Sophie and decided to accost her aswell, Sophie shrank into a shop doorway and tried to hide.
The young man looked at her in surprise. He was such adashing specimen too, with a bony, sophisticated face-really quiteold, well into his twenties- and elaborate blonde hair.
His sleevestrailed longer than any in the Square, all scalloped edges and silverinsets. Would you like me to gowith you, since you seem so scared? No thank you, sir! He woreperfume too. The smell of hyacinths followed her as she ran. What acourtly person! The tables were packed. Inside was packed and as noisy as theSquare. Lettie, prettier than ever andperhaps a little thinner, was putting cakes into bags as fast as shecould go, giving each bag a deft little twist and looking back underher own elbow with a smile and an answer for each bag she twisted.
There was a great deal of laughter. Sophie had to fight her waythrough to the counter. Lettie saw her. She looked shaken for a moment. She turned to the girl next toher and whispered. They jostled Sophie along to the end of thecounter where Lettie held up a flap and beckoned, and told her not tokeep Lettie all day. When Sophie had edged through the flap, Lettieseized her wrist and dragged her into the back of the shop, to a roomsurrounded by rack upon wooden rack, each one filled with rows ofcakes.
Lettie pulled forward two stools. Shelooked in the nearest rack, in an absent-minded way, and handedSophie a cream cake out of it.
Sophie sank onto the stool, breathing the rich smell of cake andfeeling a little tearful. She looked just like Lettie. I never told Lettie that.
Did you? She could see it was Martha now. Oh, yes, I can be clever too.
It only took me two weeks at Mrs. I got up at night and read her books secretly, and it was easyreally. Then I asked if I could visit my family and Mrs. Fairfax saidyes. She thought I was homesick.
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So I took the spell andcame here, and Lettie went back to Mrs. Fairfax pretending to be me. It was awful. But I discovered that peoplelike me-they do, you know, if you like them-and then it was all right.
And Mrs. And this way gives me time to waitand see if the person I want likes me for being me. I did too, until Father died and I saw shewas just trying to get rid of us- putting Lettie where she was bound tomeet a lot of men and get married off, and sending me as far away asshe could! I was so angry I thought, Why not?
And I spoke to Lettieand she was just as angry and we fixed it up. But weboth feel bad about you.
She is your mother. Sheknows how dutiful you are. You sealed your fate when you made Lettie thatoutfit last May Day. Her thumbs whirled. And where are you? Tell them. Sophie thought he looked a nice lad. She longed toask if he was the one Martha really liked, but she did not get a chance. Martha sprang up in a hurry, still talking.
She was right to be worried. Cesari seized the rack from them in both massivearms, yelling instructions, and a line of people rushed away pastMartha to fetch more.
Sophie yelled goodbye and slipped away in thebustle. Besides, she wanted to be alone to think. She ran home. Sophie felt morelike an invalid than ever. She thought and thought, and most of the following week, and all thathappened was that she became confused and discontented.
Thingsjust did not seem to be the way she thought they were. She wasamazed at Lettie and Martha. She had misunderstood them for years. But she could not believe Fanny was the kind of woman Martha said. There was a lot of time for thinking, because Bessie duly left to bemarried and Sophie was mostly alone in the shop. Fanny did seem tobe out a lot, gadding or not, and trade was slack after May Day. Sophie at first felt mean to have listened to Martha, but when Fannydid not mention a wage, either that evening or any time later thatweek, Sophie began to think that Martha had been right.
She looked round at the assembled hats, on stands or waiting in aheap to be trimmed. She took up the hat again, sighing. She was still discontented, alone in the shop next morning, when avery plain young woman customer stormed in, whirling a pleatedmushroom bonnet by its ribbons. And you lied.
Nothing hashappened to me at all! Then she threw the bonnet at Sophie andstormed out of the shop. Sophie carefully crammed the bonnet intothe wastebasket, panting rather. The rule was : Lose your temper, losea customer. She had just proven that rule. It troubled her to realizehow very enjoyable it had been. Sophie had no time to recover. There was the sound of wheels andhorse hoofs and a carriage darkened the window. The shop bellclanged and the grandest customer she had ever seen sailed in, with asable wrap drooping from her elbows and diamonds winking all overher dense black dress.
This was a wealthyhat. Hestared at Sophie with a kind of beseeching horror. He was clearlyyounger than the lady. Sophie was puzzled. The man looked more upset than ever. Perhapsthe lady was his mother. She wentand got out hats. The sooner that lady discovered the hats were all wrong for her, thesooner this odd pair would go.
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The lady began rejecting hats instantly. How very obvious. What else have you? The lady looked at it with contempt. I came to put astop to you. Hervoice seemed to have gone strange with fear and astonishment. The man was now staring at her in utter horror, though she could notsee why. While the man was humblyopening it for her, she turned back to Sophie. The shop doortolled like a funeral bell as she left. Sophie put her hands to her face, wondering what the man had staredat.
She felt soft, leathery wrinkles. She looked at her hands. They werewrinkled too, and skinny, with large veins in the back and knuckleslike knobs. She pulled her gray skirt against her legs and looked downat skinny, decrepit ankles and feet which had made her shoes allknobbly. They were the legs of someone about ninety and theyseemed to be real. Sophie got herself to the mirror, and found she had to hobble. Theface in the mirror was quite calm, because it was what she expected tosee.
It was the face of a gaunt old woman, withered and brownish,surrounded by wispy white hair. Her own eyes, yellow and watery,stared out at her, looking rather tragic. Besides, this is much more like you really are. Everything seemed tohave gone calm and remote. She was not even particularly angry withthe Witch of the Waste.
As she whispers her thoughts to the hats she trims, the shop begins to grow in popularity, until she offends the Wicked Witch of the Waste. The witch casts a spell turning Sophie into an old woman. Sophie leaves the shop and happens upon the castle of the Wizard Howl. He has a reputation for finding young women and eating their hearts but that doesn't stop Sophie from moving in and turning the lives of the whole castle, including Howl's apprentice and his fire demon, upside down in a battle against the wicked witch and for Sophie's future.
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Diana Wynne Jones, Publisher: Greenwillow Books Published: Sophie, although extremely suspicious, agrees to the deal "All right, what are the terms of the contract?
How do I break it?
However, part of Calcifer and Howl's contract is that they are not allowed to tell people the exact terms, Sophie has to work it out on her own with occasional hints from Calcifer, which, according to him, is allowed in the contract.
At the end of the chapter Sophie reluctantly agrees to stay for about a month in the moving castle in order for Calcifer to work out how to break her spell and to guess the terms of the contract.
Characters Main Characters Sophie Hatter - a young woman with a knack for talking to inanimate objects. The eldest of three, her life was supposed to be dull, and she would receive the least fortune of her siblings. Howl Jenkins Pendragon - a powerful sorcerer with a nasty reputation for stealing and eating the hearts of beautiful young ladies, who has taken to stalking around the hillsides of the Chipping Valley in his moving castle.
Michael Fisher - a young orphan boy, taken in by Howl as an apprentice to magic. He is not yet very good at the trade, but tries hard. Calcifer - a Fire Demon bound to his hearth by a contract with Howl.I found the whole thing original and refreshing. But she felt so isolated and a little dull.
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Her only chance at breaking it lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: Then Sophie would have to drag them apart and mend their clothes. Now I want to see the movie. The demon at length fell to singing a gentle,flickering little song. I got up at night and read her books secretly, and it was easyreally. This book was chosen because it is one of my wife's favourites.
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