The House with a Clock in Its Walls (Lewis Barnavelt, #1)

by John Bellairs

He grasped the rod firmly.

That is a sentence.

Muttering a prayer, he started down the steps.

The panes had always reminded Lewis of the Ten Commandments,

But one door panel stood ajar. Was he expected?

Freaky

with two postage-stamp-sized china ash trays. One blow from Jonathan’s flat-bottomed pipe would have smashed either one to smithereens.

Jonathans pipes are awsome rite

On the mantelpiece Lewis saw something that surprised him: an ornament.

The pink fireplace didnt?

He turned the bottle over in his hands. It was gritty on the outside. Covered with dirt. Like it had been buried. And the liquid inside—it was lighter than Coke. Sort of a brownish red.

Lollllllll

This woman was his wife, come back from the grave to . . . to do what?

Uhhh wrent you talking aboutf the world domination plans all chaper?

threw open the gate and ran whump! into something hard and yet soft. Jonathan.

Though Lewis could not see it, Jonathan was staring over his head at the Hanchett house, and there was a grim smile on his face. A purple flash lit up one of the upstairs

Breaking pov just so the creader know how j is a badass

Then the front door scraped open and Mrs. Zimmermann appeared. She walked calmly down the steps and down the brick walk and out into the street, humming as she went.

Woa that is some walking away from an explosion energy

In one hand she held an old umbrella. The handle of the umbrella was a crystal knob, and a tiny seed of violet fire still burned in it.

looks,” he said, “as if things are drawing to some conclusion.

If u say so

having her out of the way is no guarantee that the bomb won’t blow up in our faces,”

Lol she states the obvious

the old hag

Aw z not with the misogyny

And like her old husband too. His magic is logical. It proceeds from A to B to C in nice, neat steps. As logical and neat as the movement of a hand around the face of a clock.”

Ok i doknt know the dude

Mrs. Zimmermann kept trying to read it over his shoulder, but finally she lost her temper and snatched it out of his hand.

Yeah i wpuld too

First we put lighted candles in all the windows.

Thats not silly tho?

Lewis paused outside the door of the room that had Isaac Izard’s organ in it.

Unintentionally macabre

With a fat red candle in his hand,

K

cream was heaped up on the hat, and the professor was tasting it with his index finger.

I usually taste with my tongue but ok

“Ask it,” said Lewis. “Ask it what?” Jonathan looked blank. “The circumference of the moon, you bearded booby!” screamed Mrs. Zimmermann.

Lol

A burst of rather mechanical applause came from the front room. It was the organ, smarting off as usual.

It me

“I’m trying to think of door-opening spells. Know any?” “Why not pull at it?” said Lewis. “It may not be locked.”

Lolllll

She let go of her wand—it stood up by itself—and

Just highlighting this

reached deep into the folds of her cloak. What she brought out was a greenish copper key.

Huh she can pickv that and the wand up? and walk through wals?

You’ll want to watch, won’t you, Lewis?”

Lewis was silent. He had always thought that courage had something to do with riding your bicycle through bonfires and hanging by your knees from the limbs of trees.

Wut is he 2? I thought he read lots of books?

“Except that I have a new friend.” “Whaaat? You dooo?” said Jonathan and Mrs. Zimmermann in unison. “Yes. Her name is Rose Rita Pottinger, and she lives down on Mansion Street. She knows the names of all the different kinds of cannon.

Ok