The Willoughbys Return
By Lois Lowry
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It's been 30 years and with rising temperatures melting icy mountain tops the previously frozen Willoughbys have thawed out and are about to return! From living legend and Newbery medalist Lois Lowry comes a hilarious sequel to New York Times bestseller The Willoughbys—soon to be an animated film starring Ricky Gervais, Maya Rudolph, Terry Crews, Martin Short, Jane Krakowski, and Sean Cullen on Netflix!
Although they grew up as wretched orphans, the Willoughby siblings also became heirs to the the Melanoff candy company fortune. Everything has turned out just splendidly, except for one problem: Richie Willoughby, son of Timothy Willoughby, is an only child and is quite lonely.
Winifred and Winston Poore have long admired the toys of their neighbor Richie Willoughby and finally befriend the mysterious boy next door. But just as Richie finally begins to make friends, selling sweets is made illegal, and the family's fortune is put in jeopardy. To make matters worse, Richie's horrible Willoughby grandparents—frozen atop a Swiss mountain thirty years ago—have thawed, remain in perfect health, and are making their way home again.
What is the point of being the reclusive son of a billionaire when your father is no longer a billionaire? What is the future without candy in it? And is there any escaping the odiousness of the Willoughbys? These are the profound questions with which Newbery medalist and ignominious author Lois Lowry grapples in The Willoughbys Return.
Lois Lowry
Lois Lowry is the author of more than forty books for children and young adults, including the New York Times bestselling Giver Quartet and the popular Anastasia Krupnik series. She has received countless honors, among them the Boston Globe–Horn Book Award, the Dorothy Canfield Fisher Award, the California Young Reader Medal, and the Mark Twain Award. She received Newbery Medals for two of her novels, Number the Stars and The Giver.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The Willoughbys are back, specifically the terrible parents, who have been frozen in a Swiss "alp" for thirty years (12 years in publication years) and miraculously thaw and make their way home. Their four kids are grown but might turn out to be forgiving of their past rottenness. This sequel is witty and cute but is lacking the wry Lemony-Snicketesque dark humor and charm of the first book. The introduction of a pathetic poor family with children next to the mansion where we left the Willoughby children in "The Willougbys," who are called the Poores, does not reclaim the magic, although it is funny that the when the mother is too perfectly righteous, like Marmee in little women, her daughter Winnifred invents the word "Marming" to describe her behavior.The solution to everyone's woes is nothing like as adorable as Nanny sashaying over to the neighbor billionaire's house to invite herself and four children to move in. Nanny is dead, regrettably. She was by far the best character in the original book.Much is made of the Willoughbys attempting to adjust to the digital age all of a sudden, which is sometimes funny and sometimes rather flat. Lowry tries to make the book educational like "The Willougbys," in footnotes instead of a glossary.I received an advanced readers copy of this book from Netgalley and the publisher and was encouraged to submit a review.
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The Willoughbys Return - Lois Lowry
1
The front page of the New York Times, on a Thursday in June:
CONGRESS VOTES OVERWHELMINGLY TO BAN CANDY, CITES DENTAL HEALTH
On the same day, on an inside page of a Zurich newspaper:
AMERICAN COUPLE, FROZEN IN SWISS MOUNTAINS FOR THREE DECADES, THAW SPONTANEOUSLY, APPEAR UNHARMED
These two events, it was later proved, were related. It’s complicated.¹
2
High on a mountain in Switzerland (one of the Alps, though a minor Alp, not a particularly well-known Alp, not the Matterhorn or one of those postcard-y ones), an odd, lumpy, ice-encrusted shape began to move slightly, causing the glistening snow to shift.
It had been very warm and sunny for days. Weeks, actually—even months. Across the globe, glaciers had shrunk and icebergs had dissolved. Now, on this insignificant Alp, which had been snow-covered for eons, suddenly rocks began to appear, sleek with water from the snowmelt. Here and there a green stem emerged, and an occasional flower.
And now, a moving lump.
Then, beside the first strangely moving shape, another large, snowy lump shifted. Amazingly, from one of the shifting mounds, a hand emerged. It brushed some snow aside, revealing an entire arm. Then a second arm appeared.
The first mound sat up, and the two arms, moist from the melted snow, began to brush snow and wipe water from a face. It was a newly defrosted face, male, with a glowering frown. It looked around, perceived the second mound nearby, and reached over to give it a poke. Then another poke, and another. Finally the second lump sat up, also frowning. This one appeared to be female (though it is hard to tell, with a lump).
I bet anything my hair is an absolute mess,
the second lump grumbled.
But the first lump paid no attention. He was testing his stiff fingers, tapping at them to dislodge a few ice particles. Finally he reached down to his right hip and removed a soggy wallet from his pocket.
I knew it!
he groaned, prying open the wet leather. "My money is ruined! Sodden. Practically dissolved. And all stuck together in a messy wad."
Our dollars?
"No, those ridiculous Swiss francs¹ they made us get. Clearly inferior. American dollars wouldn’t deteriorate like this."
Well, are they usable enough for food, at least? I’m hungry.
Of course they’ll take our money. They’re all crooks here.
The woman (because they were a pair: man and woman) groaned, struggled to her feet, then knelt. Where’s my purse? I don’t see my purse.
On her hands and knees, she began pawing through the wet snow. Here!
she said. Here it is! But yuck—it’s drenched!
Don’t worry about it. And stand up! You look like a cockroach, crawling around that way. Come on. We’ll make our way down to the village and get a quick lunch—not that they have any decent food in this godforsaken place. Then we’ll get the first train out.
The man stood upright with some difficulty and replaced the wet billfold in his hip pocket.
Finally the pair, grumbling and complaining, managed to stumble slowly down the side of the thawing Alp, passing on the low slopes meadows dotted with cows, toward the tiny village at its foot. The one main street was lined with brightly painted homes and dotted with flower boxes filled with petunias and geraniums. They found a table at a small café, where they ate heartily of a veal stew and each had three glasses of quite a good wine. But they were thwarted when the bill was brought to their table.
I’m so sorry,
the waiter said as he looked with dismay at the sodden mass of Swiss francs that the man offered him. Ve can’t accept vet money. But—
"Vet? Good lord, man—can’t you even say the word wet?"
Apologies, sir. I vill try harder. Damp vould be okay, perhaps. But soggy vet is bad.
Give them a credit card, dear,
the woman suggested.
With a loud sigh the man pried a platinum card loose from his waterlogged wallet.
I’m sorry, Mr. . . .
The waiter looked carefully at the card. Ah, Mr. Villoughby. But this credit card expired many years ago.
It’s WILLOUGHBY, you idiot! Why can’t you dolts pronounce a W the way normal people do?
I’m wery sorry, sir. I vish I could,
the waiter replied, with a roll of his eyes that implied he did not vish any such thing.
The maître d’ appeared, smiling politely. Is there a problem?
he asked. Then he looked more closely at the ill-tempered couple. Oh. I see you’ve defrosted. You’re still damp.
Defrosted?
bellowed Mr. Willoughby. What on earth—
You were frozen,
the maître d’ explained, and peered at the date on the credit card. And now you’ve thawed. It’s happened to a number of climbers.
And many goats, as vell,
the waiter added. It’s the varming.
"The vat? I mean: what?"
Global varming, sir.
Mrs. Willoughby sighed. "You never believed in that, Henry. But now look. She patted her own head.
My hairstyle is hopelessly out of date. Take me home, right away."
Bring me a telephone,
Mr. Willoughby demanded.
Of course,
the maître d’ said. He nodded to the waiter, who scurried away to find a phone. You must call your family.
Family?
Henry Willoughby said, looking startled.
His wife groaned. Oh lord, we have those horrible children. Do we know their phone number, Henry? Do we even know where they live?
Her husband shrugged. I forget. But we don’t have to worry about them. We hired that nanny, remember?
Oh, yes. The nanny.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter about them,
her husband muttered. I’m calling my bank.
The maître d’ smiled politely. You should certainly do that,
he said. You owe us vun hundred and twelve Swiss francs for your dinner. I do hope you enjoyed the weal? And may I pour you some more of this vine?
3
Sad to say, the nanny had passed away some years before. She was immortalized now in an oil portrait that hung in—
Oh, wait. A little history is necessary here. A little filling in of the details.
Many years before—thirty years to be exact—Mr. and Mrs. Willoughby had embarked on an extended vacation,¹ leaving their four children behind. They didn’t like the children very much (and to be honest, the children didn’t like them, either), and so it was not a tragedy for them to be separated. But it would have been illegal for them to leave the children all alone (the eldest, Tim, was just twelve). To keep things on the up-and-up, Mr. Willoughby had advertised for a nanny and had hired the no-nonsense woman, who appeared at the front door on her first day of work with a starched and folded apron in her satchel.
Then, when their parents did not return (because they had stupidly worn shorts and sandals to go mountain climbing) and finally the Swiss government had announced that the couple had frozen solid on an Alp, perched on an icy ledge from which they could not be retrieved (though for a few coins they could be viewed by telescope from several tourist locations), and the house in which they had lived was sold, the children and Nanny had to rethink their living arrangements. Fortunately, Nanny was very enterprising. She took a job in the nearby home (mansion, actually) of a man, founder and president of Consolidated Confectionaries, Inc., who had made a fortune manufacturing candy. All four children, and even their cat, went with her.
And guess what! The billionaire, Commander Melanoff, fell in love with her! Well, why wouldn’t he? She was a wonderful cook, a fine housekeeper, a no-nonsense woman, and a dutiful caretaker not only of the children but of Commander Melanoff himself. She trimmed his mustache and sprinkled cinnamon on his oatmeal. He was a very rich and very lonely bachelor. In time there was a wedding and a happily-ever-after.
Except—
Oh dear. Eventually, after many years, she passed away. And now she was an oil portrait hanging on the front wall of the mansion. Commander Melanoff had commissioned the portrait from a famous painter, and he had directed that the portrait show Nanny the way he fondly remembered her: with her no-nonsense expression, and oven mitts on her hands. He had installed special lighting so that she seemed to glow.
The commander, an elderly man now, lived in a palatial suite of rooms on the third floor. He spent his time reading history and composing poetry.² All of his poems were about Nanny. Whenever he was on the first floor, he stood in front of the portrait, gazing at it and reciting his odes to her memory.
Sometimes his grandson, eleven-year-old Richie, covered his ears and begged, Not that one, Grandpa!
when the commander began to intone with reverence: "There once was a woman named Nanny . . ."
That’s inappropriate, Grandpa!
Richie said, because he knew the next line, which referred to Nanny’s backside and began "Who had an incomparable . . ."
Nothing is inappropriate if it is true,
the commander replied, and continued his recitation. But Richie chanted La la la