Wendy is not quite certain why such a handsome young man would need her—especially a lad who clearly has a touch of madness in him. What boy learns to fly? But whatever the reason, home life has become too much for her now that her parents are hoping she marries an acquaintance she can barely abide. There is something about Peter Pan that intrigues her greatly, and then there is this magical world he talks about, this Neverland . . .
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Jenni James is the busy mother of ten kids (7 hers, 3 her hubby's) and has over twenty-five published book babies. She's an award-winning, best-selling author, who works full-time from home and dreams about magical things and then writes about what she dreams.
Some of her works include The Jane Austen Diaries (Pride & Popularity, Emmalee, Persuaded...), The Jenni James Faerie Tale Collection (Cinderella, Snow White, Rumplestiltskin, Beauty and the Beast...), the Andy & Annie series for children, Revitalizing Jane: Drowning, My Paranormal Life, Not Cinderella's Type, and the Austen in Love Series.
When she isn't writing up a storm, she is chasing her kids around their new cottage and farm in the tops of the southwestern mountains, entertaining friends at home, or kissing her amazingly hunky hubby. Her life is full of laughter, crazy, and sunshine.
IT WAS WHILE HE flew above the rooftops over Kensington Road in London that Peter Pan first spotted the beautiful Wendy Darling in her bright blue ruffles and fetching white lace hat. She was walking with another girl and twirling her dainty parasol to the side and not above her head like she was supposed to.
In fact, in the precisely seventeen and half minutes that Peter had been spying on the girl as she traipsed along the fashionable trail of Hyde Park during the midday stroll, she had nearly hit three unsuspecting men with her twirling, and one old biddy of a grandmother who was all huff and nonsense. The woman was practically poked in her eye by the girl, so of course Peter could understand the growling reprimand associated with such an accident.
However, it was Wendy’s shocked and blushing apologies that caught his attention. For though she was most decidedly sorry for nearly maiming each of her victims, her giggles grew louder with each unintentional attempt once the person was out of earshot.
It was that smile, that unabashed way she tossed her head back and laughed up at the trees that nearly stole his heart. The silly girl could not have been more than sixteen or seventeen at the most, just a year or two younger than him, but my goodness, to see such freedom among the snobbish British aristocracy was so refreshing. Her friend did not share in the humorous situation as much as she did, and so Peter spent little time admiring the companion she was walking with. Instead, he passed another good half an hour inconspicuously bounding and flitting from rooftop to rooftop until she eventually headed toward a side street and then home with her friend. The delightful girl was still chatting and chuckling from time to time.
As he stopped at the house across the road, he watched as she handed her weapon—er, parasol—to the butler, and then his jaw dropped at the beautiful red hair pinned beneath the hat she took off just before stepping inside the fine, stately home.
What was it about a female with ginger hair that made his breathing change?
Peter flew around the house a few times until he located her exact bedroom. It helped when the maid opened the window leading to the little balcony, and he could hear the girl chattering inside.
That’s when he first heard her name.
Except he thought it was “Windy.” And he didn’t know why, but something inside his heart began to glow all warm and fuzzy. The boy who could fly with the wind and a girl called Windy. It was too perfect.
He was destined to like her before they had even met. Now, finding a way to speak with her without anyone being the wiser would be a bit trickier…
LATER THAT NIGHT, ONCE the darkness fell, he approached her balcony again. This time, Peter flew right up to it and peered inside. It was a mild night and the window was still open, so he stepped over the railing and stood there within the shadows.
The space was only a few feet, just enough to allow the doors to open and maybe someone to step out. But nothing more than that.
In the room, he could make out the faint glow of a gas lamp near a pink-canopied bed. There was definitely someone talking, but it was very methodical, like the person was reading aloud. A faint breeze caught the curtain nearest, bringing it out onto the balcony, and for a moment, Peter was able to see the room quite clearly. There, on a padded chair near the mantled fireplace, sat the girl, with a book in her hand. She was reading to two boys in pajamas sitting on cushions below her. Both were being very quiet and listening with rapt attention.
From what he could tell, it was some sort of adventure story about a treasure and pirates. He grinned. This girl had the makings of the ideal woman. No one could be more suited to him than a female who did not mind a bit of adventure every now and then. He slowly slid down the side of the balcony and listened to as much of the story as he could.
When she stopped in the middle of an exciting bit, he almost protested right along with the boys.
“Wendy! You cannot stop now. We must find out what happens. We must!”
“Hush, John. It is time you went to sleep.”
Another voice popped up with, “We do not want sleep. Not in the middle of such tyranny!”
“Michael, come now—you know Mother and Father will be especially upset if I do not get you into your room before they return this evening. Now, shoo, you two. Hurry along.”
“But what about the pirates?”
Wendy laughed. “This chapter is over. I promise to read the next to you tomorrow night. The same thing I do every night.”
Peter leaned his head against the glass. There was something so intriguing about the girl. Her voice was heavenly, but it was more than that. Perhaps it was her motherly instinct, her patience with her brothers, her kindness in reading to them? She seemed like such a gentle, caring soul. Just these scant minutes with her today, and already he could see she was unlike anyone he had ever met before.
He sighed. Was it normal for an eighteen-year-old to feel the tuggings of belonging like he did? Was that not for dimwitted, sensitive people, to be always lingering about, wishing for more? Peter had been more the type to jump into a battle than to contemplate life and her mysteries and all that he might be missing.
Why should he feel as though anything were missing? He simply had the best life that ever could be.
He heard the door shut, and he peeked inside the room once more to see Wendy approaching the window. Gah. He quickly crouched and then sprang away.
He hung above the edge of the roof as he watched her walk outside and glance first one way down the street and then the other.
“It is all right now. You may come out of hiding. The boys are abed,” she said to the air around her.
He heart stopped. Was she speaking to him?
“Boy, I know you are there. You have been following me all day, and now I wish you would at least show yourself so that I may sleep tonight without imagining you to be much more frightful than you are.”
Peter froze. Truthfully. He had never ever been caught. In all the days he had traveled and zipped about London, no one—that he knew of—had ever been any wiser. And yet, in just one short day, this captivating, audacious girl was calling him out.
He watched the top of her head as she sighed and tapped a foot. “I am waiting…”
Where had this enchanting creature been all his life? He could not help himself. He chuckled and then clutched his mouth with his hand to stifle it, but it was too late.
Wendy whipped her head up and gasped as she stared directly at him.
I have always loved the story of Peter Pan and Jenni James’ retelling is both fun and exciting. Readers will love this familiar, but new tale of the friendship and romance of Peter Pan and Wendy and their adventures in Neverland. The characters are simply delightful and the re-telling of Peter’s story enticing. I would recommend this quick and entertaining story to those that love fairytales as well as any of Jenni James’ previous stories.
Series: Jenni James Faerie Tale Collection
Genre: fiction, fantasy, fairytale, romance, young adult
Publisher: StoneHouse Ink
Publication date: May 26, 2015
Number of pages: 186
Category: Middle School +
Content Rating: G
Book Rating: 5 stars
Other books in the series:
1-Beauty and the Beast
5-Hansel and Gretel
6-Jack and the Beanstalk
8-The Frog Prince
9-The Twelve Dancing Princesses
11-The Little Mermaid
13-Return to Netherland
16-Princess with the Golden Touch
17-Princess and the Pea
20-The Ugly Princess
21-Diamonds and Toads
22-The Ice Queen
23-The Forgotten Princess
25-The Swan Princess
26-The Goose Girl
27-The Light Princesses
29-The Princess Who Never Laughed
30-The Disenchanted Queen
A review copy of this book was provided by SLB Tours.
April 18--Beauty & the Beast--Singing Librarian Books
April 19--Sleeping Beauty--Bookworm Lisa
April 20--Rumplestiltskin--26 Countless Possibilities
April 21--Cinderella--Reading Is My SuperPower
April 22--Hansel & Gretel--Katie's Clean Book Collection
April 23--Jack & the Beanstalk--Wishful Endings
April 25--Snow White--Katie's Clean Book Collection
April 26--The Frog Prince--Smiling Book Reviews
April 27--The Twelve Dancing Princesses--Mel's Shelves
April 28--Rapunzel--Reading Is My SuperPower
April 29--The Little Mermaid--Wishful Endings
April 30--Peter Pan--Singing Librarian Books
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