The Werewolf Club Meets the Hound of the Basketballs

The Werewolf Club #4

by Daniel Pinkwater

Even a child who is pure of heart And does his homework neatly May become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms And the moon is full completely What's small and round and smells like knackwurst, and is very, very scary? The Werewolf Club is about to find out! After a stop at the Local Yokel Diner to eat jitterbugs (you don't want to know), the young werewolves are off to Basketball Hall, the ancestral home of their teacher Mr. Talbot's uncle, Hugo Basketball. Generations of Basketballs have been cursed by their servants, the peculiar Barrymores, (it's so hard to get good help) not to mention by the monstrous Hound of the Basketballs. Who better to vanquish the frightful hound, Hugo figures, than a pack of werewolves? So, with the moon full (and their bellies full of knackwurst and sauerkraut), our intrepid heroes are once again risking their young lives to rid the world of evil. But what about the haunted pastrami?

Genres: Childrens

64 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 2001

About the author

Daniel Manus Pinkwater is an author of mostly children's books and is an occasional commentator on National Public Radio. He attended Bard College. Well-known books include Lizard Music, The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death, Fat Men from Space, Borgel, and the picture book The Big Orange Splot. Pinkwater has also illustrated many of his books in the past, although for more recent works that task has passed to his wife Jill Pinkwater.

Reviews

[elstaffe · Rating 4 out of 5]

Pull quote/note
"'And you've always lived in Basketball Hall?'
Billy Furball asked.
'It's named in honor of the first Sir Hugo,' Sir Hugo said. 'He was rather round, and dribbled a lot.'" (16)

[Scott · Rating 4 out of 5]

The Werewolf Club is back and checking into the Hound of the Basketballs - Pinkwater zaniness abounds. Not one of his best but better than most everything else published today.

[Carterkempgmail.Com · Rating 2 out of 5]

The humor is far too sophisticated and the references too adult for the intended audience.