Get comfortable, put your feet up, treat yourself by indulging on some Leonidas chocolates. Now take a deep breath as you prepare to depart on this phenomenal, and mysterious adventure.
The Pencil is on point and destined for greatness in this intensely explosive adventure for kids from 8 to 108; spine tingling, and scary, without crossing the line. You will agree, the author, Gudio Kees, is most definitely a creative sorcerer when you witness his words vividly stirring your imagination, while motivating the reader to look beyond the known. The thrilling and sometimes intense adventures are central to the plot as are the touching, and relatable character relations. Personally, I have to care about the central characters; otherwise, I am not invested in the outcome. With The Pencil, I realized I was forcing my eyes to scroll faster across the pages with preternatural speed, so I could reach the outcome. The central character, Tom, is an ordinary young man, a loner, with an extraordinary artistic talent, whose recent art work, unbeknownst to him, under goes a supernatural metamorphosis. And there is an innocent and enchanting love story that gently unfolds with his muse, Lisa.
The author’s descriptions come alive as he paints lavish murals with his words, and even manages to masterfully conjure up the aroma permeating the air in the antique shop transporting me there each time the characters enter the premisis. Guido smoothly transitions the reader from reality to the surreal and he uses innovative circumstances to incorporate modern technology such as computers and cell phones.
This is a real page turner, the fabric begins to unravel, but then the threads are expertly, and satisfyingly secured. The writing and the plot devices seem as though a seasoned author spun this tale, but this is Guido’s first book, showcasing his unique talent and I look forward to many more. The story builds towards an exciting conclusion that has the ultimate feel-good factor and delightfully, Guido sets us up for a sequel.
*Guido, When you wrote about the jars in the antique store I could smell them! That stayed with me throughout the book.