{"id":14577,"date":"2021-10-20T06:00:57","date_gmt":"2021-10-20T10:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/?p=14577"},"modified":"2021-10-19T14:41:52","modified_gmt":"2021-10-19T18:41:52","slug":"blog-tour-the-outlaws-scarlett-and-browne-by-jonathan-stroud-excerpt-giveaway","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/blog-tour-the-outlaws-scarlett-and-browne-by-jonathan-stroud-excerpt-giveaway\/","title":{"rendered":"Blog Tour: The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne by Jonathan Stroud (Excerpt + Giveaway!)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"ubb-blog-tour-banner\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.rockstarbooktours.com\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/THE-OUTLAWS-SCARLETT-AND-BROWNE.jpg\" alt=\"Blog Tour: The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne by Jonathan Stroud (Excerpt + Giveaway!)\"><\/a><\/p><p>Happy Wednesday and welcome to my stop on the blog tour for THE OUTLAWS SCARLETT AND BROWNE by Jonathan Stroud! I&#8217;m so excited because today I have an excerpt of the book to share with you! This book is truly amazing and I&#8217;m so excited to for you to find out more about it, PLUS enter for a chance to win a print copy!<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/the-outlaws-scarlett-and-browne-cover.png\" alt=\"Blog Tour: The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne by Jonathan Stroud (Excerpt + Giveaway!)\" title=\"Blog Tour: The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne by Jonathan Stroud (Excerpt + Giveaway!)\" class=\"ubb-cover-image alignleft\"><strong>The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne<\/strong> by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/authors\/jonathan-stroud\/\">Jonathan Stroud<\/a> <br><strong>Published on<\/strong>  October 5, 2021 by <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/publishers\/alfred-a-knopf-books-for-young-readers\/\">Alfred A. Knopf Books for Young Readers<\/a> <br><strong>Genres:<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/fantasy\/\">Fantasy<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/middle-grade\/\">Middle Grade<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/reviews\/genres\/thriller\/\">Thriller<\/a> <br><strong>Pages:<\/strong> 432 <br><strong>Add to <\/strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/book\/show\/56905139-the-outlaws-scarlett-and-browne\" target=\"_blank\">Goodreads<\/a> <br><strong>Author Links:<\/strong> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jonathanstroud.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Website<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/JonathanAStroud\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Twitter<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/JonathanStroudAuthor\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Facebook<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/33467.Jonathan_Stroud\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Goodreads<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/3EVIk1g\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Amazon<\/a>, <a href=\"https:\/\/instagram.com\/jonathan.stroud\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Instagram<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/jonathanstroud.tumblr.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Tumblr<\/a> <br><blockquote class=\"ubb-synopsis\"><p><b>Action! Humor! Fantasy!<\/b><br \/>\nScarlett McCain is an outlaw, a bank robber and a sharp shooter--a girl of formidable skills. Fueled by a tragic injustice in her past, she travels the broken kingdoms of England alone, carrying out daring heists in the surviving towns and fending off monstrous beasts in the wilds outside their fortified walls. Her life is dangerous, free, and simple--until she finds a wrecked bus on a lonely road. Albert Browne, the sole survivor of the accident, is a seemingly innocent and harmless youth. Against her better judgement, Scarlett agrees to escort him to safety.<br \/>\nThis is a mistake. They are soon pursued by men with dogs and guns and explosives. Scarlett is used to running from the law, but these trackers are the most skilled she's ever encountered--and they don't seem to be after <i>her<\/i>. Just who is this Albert Browne? Scarlett must uncover his shocking secrets if either of them are going to survive.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\t\t<script type=\"application\/ld+json\">\n{\n\t\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\n\t\"@type\":\"Review\",\n\t\"datePublished\": \"2021-10-20T10:00:57+00:00\",\n\t\"description\": \"Happy Wednesday and welcome to my stop on the blog tour for THE OUTLAWS SCARLETT AND BROWNE by Jonathan Stroud! I'm so excited because today I have an excerpt of the book to share with you! 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Four! She hadn\u2019t realized it had been so many. No wonder she felt stiff.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She tipped her prayer mat from its tube and unrolled it on the ground. Sitting cross-legged upon it, she tried to meditate. No luck, not with four corpses staring at her and a knife wound throbbing in her arm. A girl couldn\u2019t concentrate in those conditions. What she needed was food and coffee.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She got to her feet and glared down at the nearest body. It was a portly, black-bearded Woldsman in a denim shirt and jeans. He looked old enough to be her father. Perhaps it was her father. His face, half resting on mud and stones, wore an aggrieved expression.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cYeah, we\u2019ve all got problems,\u201d Scarlett said. \u201cYou try to rob me, that\u2019s what you get.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She stepped over the man and went down to the lake to inspect the animal snares. Yet again her luck was poor. The traps were broken, the noose strings bitten through. At the end of a smear of blood, a rabbit\u2019s head lay tilted in the bent, wet grass. The long rust-brown ears were cocked upward as if giving her a furry two-finger salute. It was like the mud-rats had deliberately left it that way.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Scarlett McCain swore feelingly in the direction of the forest. Then she took a penny from her pocket and transferred it to the leather cuss-box hanging at her neck. Already in the red! And she hadn\u2019t even had her breakfast.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Back at camp, she brewed coffee over the remains of the night\u2019s fire. She drank standing up, straining the dregs through her teeth and spitting the black grit into the water of the stream. It would be a clear day; cool at first, but no rain. The hilltops of the Wolds were picked out in buttery yellow, the western flanks still dark and blue. Way off, beyond the edge of the marshes, Scarlett could see the streetlights of Cheltenham showing behind the fortifications. As she watched, they shut off the town generator and the lights winked out. In another half hour, they\u2019d open the gates and she could go in.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She rolled up her blanket and slotted her prayer mat in its tube, then went to collect her sulfur sticks. Two had been trampled in the fight, but three were OK: the smell had kept the mud-rats off during the night. Scarlett shook her head. It was getting so you couldn\u2019t take a kip in case one of those bristly bastards slunk out of a bush and bit your nose off. The bigger rats would do that. It had happened to people she knew.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She stooped to her rucksack, unclipped the two empty bottles, and carried them to the stream. One of the men she\u2019d killed was lying half in the water, faceup, blond hair swirling with the riverweed, a white hand floating above the pebbles like a crimped and curling starfish. Scarlett went upstream of the obstruction. She didn\u2019t want to catch anything.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Her leather coat brushed against the reed stalks as she waded a few steps in and refilled the bottles. Mud and water reached halfway up her boots. She glimpsed her pale, round face hanging distorted beyond the ripples. Scarlett frowned at it, and the face frowned back at her. Its long red hair was tangled worse than the riverweed. She\u2019d have to fix that before she went into town.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She was tightening the bottle tops when she felt the skin prickle on the back of her neck. She looked behind her, suddenly alert, her senses operating at a new intensity.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The sun was rising over the Wessex Wilds; everything was lit a fiery, optimistic gold. There was almost no breeze. Out on the lake, the motionless water clung about the reed stems, as flat and blank as glass.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Scarlett stood where she was, a bottle in each hand, trying to hollow herself out so that every available sensation came flooding in. Her eyes moved slowly round.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">No danger was visible, but that didn\u2019t fool her. Something had come out of the forest, drawn by the smell of spilled blood.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">So where would it be?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A short distance from the shore, midway between the lake and the trees, the remains of ancient buildings protruded from humped grass. The melted walls were crags now, harder than rock and fused into strange black shapes. A flock of birds, coiling like a streamer, wheeled and darted high above, then swept off across the forest. She could see nothing else, nor was there any sound.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Scarlett walked back to her rucksack, fixed the bottles and tube in place, and hoisted the bag over her shoulders. She kicked soil over the fire, circling slowly so as to scan the landscape in all directions. If time had allowed, she would have rifled the bodies of the outlaws in search of supplies, but now she just wanted to get away. She made a token inspection of the bearded man; just another failed farmer who thought possessing a knife, a paunch, and a bad attitude made him capable of attacking a lone girl sitting by her campfire. The knife was not as sharp as the one Scarlett had in her belt, but he did have a greaseproof pack of sandwiches in the pocket of his jacket. So that was Scarlett\u2019s lunch sorted.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She left the camp and began threshing her way through the tall, wet grasses. Off to the west, clouds were massing to extraordinary heights, mountains of pink and white towering over the Welsh frontier. Scarlett moved away from the lake and made directly for the crags. Better to face the creature now, out in the open with the sun at her back, than be stalked across the marshes. Hide-and-seek wasn\u2019t her thing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">When she got within fifty yards of the walls, she stopped and waited. Presently a long, low-backed piece of darkness peeled off from the edge and loped into the sunlight. It was a brindled gray-and-black wolf, a mature adult, twice as long as Scarlett was tall. Its head was lowered, but the lazily swinging shoulder blades rose almost as high as her chest. The amber eyes were fixed upon her. It came forward unhurriedly, with the confident swagger of a salesman about to close a deal. No fuss, no flurry. It too was keen to get the job done.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Scarlett\u2019s hand moved slowly toward her belt. Otherwise she stood where she was, a slight, slim figure in a battered brown coat, weighed down with a rucksack and tube and bottles and all the paraphernalia of a girl who walked the Wilds.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The wolf slowed its pace. When it was six yards away, it halted. It raised its head to the level of Scarlett\u2019s, and she and the animal appraised each other. Scarlett took note of the wet fangs, the black lips, the intelligence burning in its gaze. Perhaps the wolf noted something in Scarlett McCain too. It turned its head; all at once it was trotting past her and away. Its thick sharp tang whipped against her face and was gone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Girl and beast separated. The wolf ambled toward the lake, following the scent of the bodies. Scarlett took a comb from a pocket and ran it through the worst knots in her hair. Then she located a piece of bubble gum, tightened the straps on her rucksack, adjusted the hang of her gun belt, and set off toward the distant town.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Enough dawdling. Time to get on with business. Time to demonstrate how a robbery should be done.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">As always, Mr. H. J. Appleby, manager of the Cheltenham Cooperative Bank, was enjoying his lunchtime cup of tea. He had already eaten his sandwiches. His biscuits, coarse-cut oat-and-ginger, Mrs. Simpson\u2019s best, were happily still to come. His waistcoat felt tight, and the prospect of making it even tighter gave Mr. Appleby a familiar sense of well-being.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the corner of the room, the grandfather clock\u2014known as \u201cOld Reliable\u201d to four generations of his family\u2014continued its deep, reassuring count of the seconds. The bank below was shut, all the tellers having gone to enjoy their lunch hour in the late-spring sunshine. If he swiveled the chair, Mr. Appleby could see them; in fact, he could see a fair few of the good people of Cheltenham on the high street below his window. The shopworkers gossiping, the post-girls finishing their rounds, his tellers queuing at Simpson\u2019s the bakers\u2026Sunlight glinted on clean Tarmac and on the chrome handlebars of the bicycles in their racks. Everything was nice and orderly, calm and quiet. Just the way, Mr. Appleby reflected, that things should be.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Without urgency, he surveyed the papers on his desk. They had been carefully stacked and labeled by Miss Petersen. From the colored tabs, he knew there were some Faith House documents to review, payments to be authorized, letters to sign. Not onerous, and certainly nothing as important as the biscuits. He chuckled to himself, reached out toward the plate\u2014\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2014and paused. There had been no noise, but something had altered in the room.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He looked up abruptly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A girl was standing in the doorway.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIt\u2019s lunch hour,\u201d Mr. Appleby said. He drew his hand back from the plate. \u201cThe bank is closed.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI know,\u201d the girl said. \u201cThat\u2019s kind of the point.\u201d One side of her mouth rose in a half smile that did not reach her eyes. To Mr. Appleby\u2019s annoyance, she walked into the room.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">She had long red hair, held back from her pale and freckled face with a black bone clasp. Jeans, boots, some kind of old white sweater. Her hands were stuffed deep in the side pockets of a long brown coat. Mr. Appleby had a teenage daughter but seldom paid attention to what she wore. Still, even he could see this wasn\u2019t the usual Cheltenham fashion.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHow did you get in?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The girl didn\u2019t answer. Her eyes were a curious green color, large and dark. They regarded him levelly. She was not showing much deference, Mr. Appleby thought. Not any, in fact. And she was chewing something. Gum of some kind. Her jaws working steadily. His daughter did that too. He greatly disliked the habit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cI must insist you answer me,\u201d he said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The girl took a step or two toward him, past the clock, past Mr. Appleby\u2019s collection of photographs arranged on the stripy papered wall. She peered casually at the photo of his wife at the cricket club fete, the one with her in the flowery dress and the wide straw hat. \u201cMy gods, they build them big out here,\u201d she said. \u201cNo food shortages in these parts, clearly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The bank manager\u2019s lips drew tight. He half rose from his chair. \u201cYoung madam, I\u2019m going to have to ask you to leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With unexpected speed, the girl came forward. She reached the leather chair in front of the desk. Like most of the study furniture, it had belonged to Mr. Appleby\u2019s father, when he was manager here, and to his father before that. She swiveled it round, sat down, and leaned back, her hands still in her pockets.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cHey, it reclines,\u201d she said, chewing. \u201cFancy.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mr. Appleby returned his weight slowly to his own chair. After all, it was perhaps best not to make a scene. He ran dark fingers through the tight black curls at the crown of his head. \u201cWell, then,\u201d he asked. \u201cWhat can I do for you?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cOh, I want your money,\u201d the girl said. Her jaws made another couple of rotations. She flashed her half smile at him. \u201cI\u2019m here to rob the bank.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mr. Appleby made an involuntary sound deep in his throat. Was she mad? It was incredible how even with all the checking, the monitoring, the weeding out in childhood, a few deviants kept slipping through. The red hair and pale skin should have given the game away. Or the weird eyes should.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cAre you indeed?\u201d he said. \u201cAre you indeed, Miss\u2014I\u2019m sorry, I didn\u2019t catch your name.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cThat\u2019s because I didn\u2019t bloody give it, did I?\u201d the girl said. \u201cRight, there\u2019s a safe in the wall behind you. You\u2019ve got sixty seconds to open it, Mr\u2026.\u201d She glanced at the silver nameplate on his desk. \u201c\u2026Mr. Horace Appleby. Ooh, so I know your name. Isn\u2019t it good to be able to read? Sixty seconds, Horace, starting now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cMaybe we can discuss this,\u201d Mr. Appleby said. \u201cWould you take a cup of tea?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cDon\u2019t drink the muck.\u201d The girl crossed her legs and checked her watch. \u201cThat\u2019s five seconds gone and fifty-five seconds left.\u201d She winked broadly at him. \u201cI do math, too.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cA biscuit, then?\u201d He pushed the plate toward her. With the other hand, he pressed the button under the desk. Eric would handle her. Eric was calm and big and not overnice. He did what he was told. He\u2019d take her to the quiet courtyard at the back. Nothing to scare the horses. Just a few slaps, bruises in soft places, send her weeping on her way. He smiled at the girl. His eyes darted toward the door. Eric didn\u2019t appear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cFifty seconds,\u201d the girl said. \u201cIf you\u2019re waiting for that big guy stationed in the lobby, I\u2019m afraid he won\u2019t be coming. He\u2019s a little\u2026tied up right now.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mr. Appleby blinked at her; his surprise got the better of his caution. \u201cYou tied him up?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Now the girl did grin properly, both sides of her face scrunching up like a goblin. \u201cCourse not! The very idea!\u201d The grin vanished. \u201cI knocked him senseless. And if you don\u2019t open the safe,\u201d she added, \u201cI\u2019ll do the same to you.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Mr. Appleby didn\u2019t believe her about Eric, but all the same she was there, and Eric wasn\u2019t. He sat slowly forward, steepled his fingers, put his elbows on the desk. There was a gun in his drawer, a nice Cheltenham-made revolver. Bought from the gunsmiths two doors down. But he\u2019d have to get it out, fast maybe, and the drawer was stiff.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cIf you knock me out,\u201d he said, keeping his voice light, \u201cthen I won\u2019t be able to open the safe. Will I? That\u2019s logic, isn\u2019t it?\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cSure,\u201d the girl said. \u201cIf I do it in that order. Forty seconds.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Now that he was really looking, he could see the mud stains on her jeans and boots, the scuffs and patches on her coat, telltale signs of life led beyond the town. There was a peculiar leather cylinder hanging round her neck too, held in place by a dirty string. Penance box, maybe. So she was mad. Some kind of zealot. Mad and bad. He\u2019d been misled by her youth, when she was just another filthy outlaw crept in from the Wessex Wilds.<\/span><\/p>\n<h6>Excerpted from\u00a0<i>The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne<\/i> by Jonathan Stroud with permission from Penguin Random House. Copyright \u00a9 2021 by Jonathan Stroud.<\/h6>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13959\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/About-the-Author-Fall-2021.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" \/><\/p>\n<div class=\"ubb-about-author\"><h3>About Jonathan Stroud<\/h3><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/Jonathan-Stroud-350x350.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"alignleft ubb-about-author-photo\"><p>Jonathan Stroud is the author of two internationally bestselling series: the award-winning Bartimaeus Sequence, which has been published in thirty-six languages worldwide, and the critically acclaimed Lockwood &amp; Co., which is currently being adapted by Netflix. His stand-alone titles include Heroes of the Valley, The Last Siege, The Leap, and Buried Fire. Jonathan lives near London with his wife and three children. You can visit him at jonathanstroud.com and follow him on Instagram at @jonathan.stroud and on Twitter at @JonathanAStroud.<\/p>\n<p class=\"ubb-author-links\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.jonathanstroud.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Website<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/JonathanAStroud\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Twitter<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/JonathanStroudAuthor\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Facebook<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/www.goodreads.com\/author\/show\/33467.Jonathan_Stroud\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Goodreads<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/amzn.to\/3EVIk1g\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Amazon<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/instagram.com\/jonathan.stroud\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Instagram<\/a> | <a href=\"http:\/\/jonathanstroud.tumblr.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" class=\"\">Tumblr<\/a><\/p><\/div>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13957\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/Follow-the-Tour-Fall-2021.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" \/><b><\/b><\/p>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\"><b>Week One<\/b><\/h2>\n<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/1\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.yabookscentral.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">YA Books Central<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Pre Made Post<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/2\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/rajivsreviews.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Rajiv&#8217;s Reviews<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<h2><b>Week Two<\/b><\/h2>\n<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/3\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.morebookspleaseblog.wordpress.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">More Books Please blog<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/4\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nerdophiles.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Nerdophiles\u00a0<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/5\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/acourtofcoffeeandbooks.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A Court of Coffee and Books<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/6\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/abookishdreamblog.wordpress.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A Bookish Dream<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/7\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theworldofceliamcmahon.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Celiamcmahonreads<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/8\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/jypsylynn\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">@jypsylynn\u00a0<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/9\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/phanniethegingerbookworm.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Phannie the Ginger Bookworm<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<h2><b>Week Three<\/b><\/h2>\n<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/10\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/booksaremagictoo.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Books Are Magic Too<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/11\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/www.givernyreads.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">GivernyReads<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/12\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/onemused\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">onemused<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">IG Post<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/13\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/bibliosini.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Bibliosini<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/14\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/pagesofyellow\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Pagesofyellow\u00a0<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/15\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/fkrants.blogspot.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">FyreKatz Blog<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/16\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.instagram.com\/coffeebooksandmascara\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">coffeebooksandmascara<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<h2><b>Week Four<\/b><\/h2>\n<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/17\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/themommaspot.home.blog\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Momma Spot<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/18\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/yabooknerd.blogspot.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">YA Book Nerd<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/19\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.zaineylaney.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Zainey Laney<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>10\/20\/2021<\/strong><\/td>\n<td><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/kaitgoodwin.com\/books\">Kait Plus Books<\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<td><strong>Excerpt<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/21\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/littleredreads.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Little Red Reads<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/22\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/lexijavabookish.wordpress.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lexijava_Bookish<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/23\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/whatanerdgirlsays.org\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">What A Nerd Girl 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style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/27\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"http:\/\/www.bookhoundsya.net\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">BookHounds YA<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Excerpt<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/28\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/popthebutterfly.wordpress.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Popthebutterfly Reads<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/29\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/thebookwyrmsden.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Bookwyrm&#8217;s Den<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/30\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/booksaplentybookreviews.blogspot.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Books a Plenty Book Reviews<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<h2><b>Week Six<\/b><\/h2>\n<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">10\/31\/2021<\/span><\/td>\n<td><a href=\"https:\/\/blessedmommysc.blogspot.com\/\"><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lifestyle of Me<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<td><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><b><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/b><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13960\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/09\/Enter-the-Giveaway-Fall-2021.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"200\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rafflecopter.com\/rafl\/display\/e2389ba21341\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Enter here for a chance to win a print copy of <em>The Outlaws Scarlett and Browne<\/em> by Jonathan Stroud!<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>(US Only)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-13897\" src=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"50\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider.png 645w, https:\/\/www.kaitgoodwin.com\/books\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/V3-Fall-2021-divider-300x23.png 300w\" 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