Half the time, Simon can't even make his wand work, and the other half, he starts something on fire. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he's probably right. Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who's ever been chosen.
#CARRY ON RAINBOW ROWELL BOOK 2 SERIES#
The story is loosely inspired by the Harry Potter series and is a spinoff from Rowell's other novel titled Fangirl. The book features a gay romance between the protagonist Simon and his nemesis Tyrannus "Baz" Basilton Grimm-Pitch. The story follows the final year of schooling for Simon Snow at Watford, a magical school in England. I just can’t pass the scones up if they’re there.Carry On is a young adult fantasy novel written by Rainbow Rowell. Once Penelope tried to calculate how many scones I’ve eaten since we started at Watford, but she got bored before she got to the answer. “Dinner is in two hours, Simon,” Agatha will tsk at me, even after all these years.
I always have tea with Penelope and Agatha, and I’m the only one of us who ever eats the scones. We have tea in the dining hall after our lessons, before clubs and football and homework. Just raisin ones-and more often plain, and always something that came from the shop, then got left in an oven too long.Īt Watford, there are fresh-baked cherry scones for breakfast every day if you want them. I’d never had cherry scones before Watford. I started making my list, my good things list, when I was 11, and I should probably cross a few things off, but that’s harder than you’d think.Īnyway, I’m about an hour from school now, so I mentally take out my list and press my forehead against the train window. But the opposite of that, I suppose-easing yourself into something really good, so the shock of it doesn’t overwhelm you. It’s sort of like easing yourself into cold water. I keep a list-of all the things I miss most-and I’m not allowed to touch it in my head until I’m about an hour from Watford. About everything that happened and everything that could happen and everything that’s at stake … I stewed on it.īut I still didn’t let myself dwell on any of the good things, you know? It’s the good things that’ll drive you mad with missing them. So, of course, I spent this whole summer thinking about Watford. When we got back to Watford, the Mage heard us out and made sure we weren’t hurt, but then he sent us on our way. “How can we still know so little about him,” she fumed. I don’t even have my number, but the Humdrum’s got it down.”
“Siegfried and fucking Roy, Penny, I know that it’s serious. “Simon,” she said that day, when we were finally on a train back to Watford. Her quick thinking is the only reason either of us escaped. Penelope had been unlucky enough to be holding my arm when I was snatched, so she’d been snatched right along with me. “Next time he summons me like a half-arsed squirrel demon,” I said, “I’ll tell him so!” “Across a body of water? That isn’t possible, Simon. “He can summon you?” Penny demanded as soon as we got away from him. Like the Humdrum couldn’t just summon me, or whatever it was he did to me and Penelope at the end of last term. Still moving me around like a pea under shells after all these years.
I have an entire bag of leprechaun’s gold-a big, duffel-sized bag, and it only disappears if you try to give it to other magicians.)īut the Mage sent me off to a new children’s home, just like he always does. Who interrupts a war to send the kids home for summer holidays?īesides, I’m not a kid anymore. I try not to think about Watford when I’m away-but it was almost impossible this summer.Īfter everything that happened last year, I couldn’t believe the Mage would even pay attention to something like the end of term. None of the other magicians-none of my classmates, none of their parents-know what it’s like to live without magic.Īnd I’ll do anything to make sure it’s always here for me to come home to. They think they’re the only ones who can be trusted with it. They make me crave Watford like, I don’t know, like life itself.īaz and his side-all the old, rich families-they don’t believe that anyone can understand magic the way that they do. And I’m not sure if these summers in children’s homes make me any sharper.… But they do make me hungrier.