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Sir Gadabout
Sir Gadabout and the Ghost
Sir Gadabout nods off at the Round Table, and wakes up to find himself in the same room as a ghost!
At first, the ghost of Sir Henry makes Sir Gads clank his armour with fright, but he soon recovers his spirits and sets off of another calamitous quest - to clear Sir Henry's name of the ghastly crime of pilchard-stealing.
Another side-splitting adventure, with Sir Gads, his trusty squire Herbert and Merlin's sarcastic ginger cat, Sidney Smith, raising a riot in Camelot.
At first, the ghost of Sir Henry makes Sir Gads clank his armour with fright, but he soon recovers his spirits and sets off of another calamitous quest - to clear Sir Henry's name of the ghastly crime of pilchard-stealing.
Another side-splitting adventure, with Sir Gads, his trusty squire Herbert and Merlin's sarcastic ginger cat, Sidney Smith, raising a riot in Camelot.
96 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2007
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Martyn Beardsley
37 books3 followersMartyn Beardsley has lived in Nottingham all his life. A civil servant for many years, he is now concentrating on his writing career. As well as being a children's author, one of his great passions is history. In 2002 he published a biography of Sir John Franklin, the Arctic explorer. A committed Buddhist, he is interested in reading, sport, keep-fit and yoga. Martyn Beardsley is married with one daughter.
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June 12, 2016
Before anything else, I should mention up-front that I'm not part of the ordinary demographic class for whom this was intended. I rather enjoyed the light-hearted story, which also contains a few references and jokes that adults will get, but which probably sail quite far over the heads of many fourth graders who usually read it. I got this book second-hand some months back at a gently-used store, so the author didn't gain anything at all by my purchase, and when he comes to visit my city, I'll happily buy him a cup of organic locally-roasted coffee, if he presents proper identification so I know he's on the up-and-up. If you read this book, you'll know why I insist upon the ID.
Today was really warm and soporific in this neck o' the woods, and it was far too bright, even in the shade, to take the ol' LCD display tablet outside in the early evening so I poured a bottle of moderately cool "Peak" organic pale ale into a pint glass and went to sit out in the garden at a wrought iron cafe table under a green canvas umbrella, where I could observe the tomatoes plumpening upon the vine and smell the last of the season's jasmine. The dog parked himself lazily by my feet and flopped as soon as he perceived that I was seated to stay for awhile. Hummingbirds whizzed past my head every minute or two, pulling me out of the story too many times. I swigged and read, passing a pleasant hour. It's a good thing I didn't take a heavy book like Don Quixote. Sir Gadabout is definitely better for a brief, lazy interlude with beer and hummingbirds.
There's only one "real" girl in this book, Guinevere, which could be disappointing for half of the population, but she does wield a mighty, if peculiar, weapon when she appears, so that's good, and she's something of a heroine, not a flower-sniffing fainter.
Today was really warm and soporific in this neck o' the woods, and it was far too bright, even in the shade, to take the ol' LCD display tablet outside in the early evening so I poured a bottle of moderately cool "Peak" organic pale ale into a pint glass and went to sit out in the garden at a wrought iron cafe table under a green canvas umbrella, where I could observe the tomatoes plumpening upon the vine and smell the last of the season's jasmine. The dog parked himself lazily by my feet and flopped as soon as he perceived that I was seated to stay for awhile. Hummingbirds whizzed past my head every minute or two, pulling me out of the story too many times. I swigged and read, passing a pleasant hour. It's a good thing I didn't take a heavy book like Don Quixote. Sir Gadabout is definitely better for a brief, lazy interlude with beer and hummingbirds.
There's only one "real" girl in this book, Guinevere, which could be disappointing for half of the population, but she does wield a mighty, if peculiar, weapon when she appears, so that's good, and she's something of a heroine, not a flower-sniffing fainter.
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