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Summary
The latest creature to emerge from Rob's closet is a cross between Chewbacca from Star Wars and Harry Potter. Rob names him "Potterwookiee" ("Hairy" for short) and soon Rob finds himself treading water as he tries to figure out how to care for his mixed-up friend. Great laughs and great books help Rob along the way.
Author Notes
Obert Skye is the author and illustrator of The Creature from My Closet: Wonkenstein. He has also written the bestselling children's fantasy adventure series for Simon and Schuster, Leven Thumps, and Pillage .
Reviews (5)
Publisher's Weekly Review
As the title suggests, this second entry in Skye's humorous Creature in My Closet series features a mashup of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and Chewbacca the Wookiee from Star Wars. When a small, furry creature with a lightning bolt scar and a striped scarf emerges from 12-year-old Rob's bedroom closet, he knows exactly what to do, thanks to the experience he gained in Wonkenstein (2011), which saw the arrival of a Willy Wonka/Frankenstein hybrid. Rob heads to the library, and by reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and a Star Wars title, as well as enlisting the help of his not-always-helpful friends, Rob tries to stand up to a bully, win a cooking contest, and earn the respect of his crush. Speaking of hybrids, Skye captures all the silly action in the winning text-plus-cartoons format popularized by the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books. Rob's dry commentary on his family, school, and social life is sure to provoke laughs. Next up: a third outing starring "Pinocula," teased at book's end. Ages 9-12. (Sept.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Horn Book Review
When a chemical reaction goes wrong, strange creatures begin to emerge from Rob's closet. First Wonkenstein (half Willy Wonka, half Frankenstein), then Potterwookiee (half Chewbacca, half Harry Potter), whose magical powers come in handy when Rob needs help at a reality TV show audition. Rob chronicles one mishap after another with amusing anecdotes featuring all-too-familiar Jeff Kinneystyle comics. (c) Copyright 2013. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Booklist Review
Introduced at the end of Skye's Wonkenstein (2011), Potterwookiee is another weird combination of fictional characters: a small-scale mix of Chewbacca and Harry Potter. He has got Harry's glasses, scarf, and scraps of his clothing, but in Skye's kidlike illustrations, Hairy looks pretty much like a Wookiee. His magic spells don't start working until the end of the book, when middle-school narrator Rob Burnside needs help with an audition for a reality TV show called Average Chef. Focusing less on school than friends, foes, and Hairy, Skye delivers a familiar and appealing mix of anecdotes, sketches, and self-deprecating humor. He is also an able satirist of family dynamics. Next up: Pinocula.--Nolan, Abby Copyright 2010 Booklist
School Library Journal Review
Gr 4-6-Robert Columbo Burnside had been using his closet as a science lab. When his mom demands that he clean up his room, he throws his books and other items into the closet. Everything mixes together with the lab chemicals and out comes Potterwookiee: part Chewbacca and part Harry Potter. Robert calls him Hairy. Laugh-out-loud episodes ensue after Hairy falls into a trance because he has been attacked by the town's plague of owls. When Robert's friend Jack tells others about Hairy, the boy's friends come over to check him out. Most of them think he's a stuffed animal since he isn't moving, and they want to put him in the "flinger," a seesaw contraption that's best known for flinging ice-cream sandwiches. Meanwhile, Robert is being picked on by Wilt, the town bully, who steals his bicycle. He messes with everyone by pretending to fix their hair but gives them "Wilt-whirls" instead: hairdos so bad that they are impossible to comb out, even causing one kid to shave his hair into a reverse Mohawk. When Hairy comes out of his trance, he helps Robert and his friends get even with Wilt in a funny scene that takes place in the graveyard. The text is hysterical by itself, but acts as the straight man in relation to the one-two punch of the childlike drawings and captions that appear on almost every page. Get multiple copies of this book: it will fly off the shelves.-Diane McCabe, John Muir Elementary, Santa Monica, CA (c) Copyright 2012. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Kirkus Review
The second doll-sized literary mashup to come out of a wimpy kid's magic closet (see Wonkenstein, 2011) adds wizardly spells and, far more frequently, noxious smells to a standard catalog of preteen misadventures. Having reintroduced his family ("I mean my mom calls me Ribert, and if she's not humiliating me, she's sleeping"), Robert explains the origins of the pocket companion he dubs "Hairy." He chattily goes on to record efforts to save his little buddy from rough friends, his little brother, a garbage truck and an aggressive owl, along with his repeated transformation into a dork whenever he runs into dreamboat neighbor Janae. Amid references to monkey waste, a modified version of Old Maid called "Yo Mama" and other strained laffs, he recruits said friends to reform a bully by tying the punk to a graveyard tree one night. He also creates what turns out to be a revolting concoction for a cooking contest in hopes of appearing on Average Chef, "TV's third most watched reality cooking show." Still sailing along in Jeff Kinney's wake format-wise, Skye presents Rob's tally of haps and mishaps in a mix of block print and frequent, wobbly line drawings with punch lines and side remarks in dialogue balloons. In the end, Hairy leaves his tiny wand as a keepsake and returns to the closet, setting the stage for Rob's next visitor: Pinocula. Maybe the next episode will be less derivative. There's always hope. (Comic fantasy. 9-11)]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Excerpts
Excerpts
CHAPTER 1 PROBLEMS My name is Robert Columbo Burnside, and I have a problem. There, I said it. Although I really should have said, "My name is Robert Columbo Burnside, and I have a lot of problems." For starters, I'm not completely sure how to begin this book. My sister, Libby, is another problem. She's constantly obnoxious and usually staring at herself in the mirror. I'm also bothered by my younger brother, Kevin. We call him Tuffin because when I was little I couldn't pronounce his name right, so I said Tuffin. The problem with him is that my mom insists on telling everyone the story about his name. Two days ago, when our new neighbor came over to borrow some sugar, my mom went out of her way to embarrass me. I think that's why parents were created, to embarrass us. Not that I don't like my mom and dad, but they're still a problem. I mean my mom calls me Ribert, and if she's not humiliating me, she's sleeping. And my dad's a problem because he's constantly happy, even when things seem bad. He sells playground equipment to schools and cities, and he always wears a suit and tie. He loves his job. My pets are sort of a problem. I have a fat dog named Puck, who whines and eats a lot, and a parrot named Fred. Fred escaped from his cage years ago, and we couldn't catch him. Now he just spends his days flying around the house and pooping on everything. My friends are definitely a problem. For example, just last week we accidentally broke the photo booth at the mall, and my dad had to pay two hundred dollars to get it fixed. I guess you're not supposed to have more than three people in the booth at a time. Now my dad has me cleaning things that don't need cleaning just to pay him back. My neighbor Janae is a problem. Okay, she isn't really a problem, but her not being interested in me kind of is. We're on much better terms since the dramatic poetry contest. Still, whenever I see her, I feel like every joint in my body stops working, and I come unhinged. I think one of my biggest problems is that I have to keep writing stuff down. It's not something I would normally do. I mean, to be completely honest ... It's also sort of a bummer that I'm not even getting a grade for all these words. It's like I'm doing an extra-credit project for no reason. Still, I know I have to document what is happening to me, because someday the world will need to know about the very biggest problem of all, MY CLOSET. My closet used to be normal. It didn't have a door, and I used to sit inside of it and play with my homemade science lab. Then my dad found an old door at a garage sale. I think there's a good chance it's the heaviest door in the world--my arms get sore just opening it. It also has a gold doorknob with a small bearded man I call Beardy engraved on it. I'm not sure I like Beardy; he's always looking at me weird. Once when I was gazing out my window and accidentally staring at Janae riding her bike with her friends, Beardy gave me a really smug look. These days, however, Beardy's not the oddest thing about my closet. The oddest thing began a short while ago when my mom forced me to clean my room. To make the job easier, I just shoved everything into my closet and shut the door. The new stuff mixed with the old lab supplies and the many books my mom was always giving me to read. A short while later my closet began to make disturbing noises. When my best friend, Trevor, and I tried to figure out what was happening, we couldn't get the door open. We tried to bust it down and pound off the knob, but nothing worked. Finally it popped open on its own, and there was Wonkenstein, a small, half Willy Wonka, half Frankenstein creature that caused me a lot of grief but also made things pretty exciting. As soon as Wonk came out, my closet locked up. I tried everything to get it open, but Beardy kept it shut tight. I'm not positive what happens in there. My best guess is that all the lab supplies and all the books have begun to mingle. I think science chemicals are dripping down into the books and bringing mixed-up characters to life. I call it the Drip Theory. Trevor calls it ... As soon as Wonk helped me solve my problem, he went back into the closet and disappeared. The only thing he left behind was his small cane, which I now keep on my dresser. I thought that would be the end of the oddness, but soon after he left, my closet opened and I was visited by a new thing. Bits of him were hairy and fuzzy like Chewbacca the Wookiee from Star Wars . Other parts of him were sort of Harry Potterish. He's a little smaller than Wonkenstein, and he smells like a wet dog. He also showed up wearing a scarf, glasses, and a robe, and he was holding a wand. He has long hair over parts of his body. If I were a scientist I'd say ... Since I'm not a scientist, I decided to just call him something shorter--Hairy. He was friendly and interesting right from the start. He's also my biggest problem at the moment. And as I was riding my bike to the library to do some research on him, I had a bad feeling that things were going to get worse before they got better. Hairy wiggled in my backpack. I thought about my dad and what he always says whenever he has a problem ... If it's true, I think I'm about to become one of the stickiest kids around. Copyright © 2012 by Obert Skye Excerpted from Potterwookiee by Obert Skye All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
