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Lintang and the Pirate Queen / Tamara Moss.

By: Moss, Tamara.
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookSeries: Moss, Tamara. Lintang: 1.Publisher: North Sydney, N.S.W. : Penguin Random House Australia, 2017Copyright date: ©2017Description: 323 pages : illustrations ; 20 cm.ISBN: 0143783432; 9780143783435.Subject(s): Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction | Premiers' Reading Challenge : 5-6 | Stowaways -- Juvenile fiction | Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction | Sirens (Mythology) -- Juvenile fiction | Fairies -- Juvenile fiction | Secrecy -- Juvenile fiction | Australian fiction | Sea stories -- Juvenile fiction | Sea stories | Sea stories | Adventure stories | Pirates | Adventure stories | Children's stories | Children's stories | Pirates -- Juvenile fiction | AustralianDDC classification: A823.4 Summary: Lintang dreams of having adventures on the high seas. When a deadly mythie attacks the same day the infamous Captain Shafira visits her island, Lintang gets her chance, defending her village with a bravery that earns her a place on the pirate queen's ship. But they've barely left the island when Lintang discovers her best friend, Bayani, has stowed away. Telling Captain Shafira means betraying her friend, but keeping Bayani's secret risks everything . . . including their lives.
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Lintang dreams of having adventures on the high seas. When a deadly mythie attacks the same day the infamous Captain Shafira visits her island, Lintang gets her chance, defending her village with a bravery that earns her a place on the pirate queen's ship. But they've barely left the island when Lintang discovers her best friend, Bayani, has stowed away. Telling Captain Shafira means betraying her friend, but keeping Bayani's secret risks everything . . . including their lives.

For primary school age.

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THERE WAS A PIXIE in the larder, and Lintang was going to be in so much trouble.       "Shoo," she said, waving her flaming wooden torch at it.       The pixie darted away and poked its tongue out at her.       Lintang waved her torch again. "Go! Mother will feed me to a river monster if you ruin anything."       The pixie zipped between the dangling panna leaves and a ham. Its white glow made it easy to spot. Lintang jabbed the fire at it and almost ignited the hanging herbs.       She shouldn't have left the larder door open. She knew better, but she'd come home for lunch and Mother wasn't here, so she thought she'd peek inside to see how everything was arranged. There were rules for how food had to be stored, and considering she was turning thirteen in less than a year--and would be a true adult--she'd figured it wouldn't be so bad if she had a closer look.       Except it was bad, because now there was a pixie inside.       The pixie didn't care that Lintang would get in trouble. It buzzed around pots of grains, dancing out of the way when Lintang tried to singe its petal dress.       This was the cheekiest pixie in the village. Whenever food disappeared, or the gaya paddocks were open, or the fishermen's nets down at the bay were untied, its little white glow could be seen bobbing cheerfully away from the crime.       The pixie wiggled its butt at Lintang before pressing its palms in a tub of congealed fat, leaving telltale tiny handprints. Mother would definitely know a pixie had been in here now.       Lintang lunged. The fire whooshed. "Shoo!"       The pixie sped past her, out the open larder door. Lintang turned to chase it, only to find that the hanging panna leaves were alight. The wooden torch had caught them. Black smoke puffed to the ceiling and filled her nostrils.       "Uh-oh," she said.       The herbs caught fire too.       "Uh-oh," she said again.       She had been trying so hard to be responsible.       A piece of panna leaf fell to the floorboards and curled up, scorched. The thought of their timber house catching fire finally propelled Lintang into action. She ran out of the larder and returned the torch to its bracket. The wooden drum Mother used for scrubbing dishes in hung from the low rafters among the pots and pans, empty. If Lintang wanted water she'd have to go to the river, and that was too far, even if she sprinted as fast as a hurricane.       Ribbons of smoke unfurled from the larder, choking the midafternoon sunlight. Water, water . . . where else could she get water?       Of course--the household shrine. Their offerings to the Three Gods had been freshly laid on the stone altar that morning. She reached between a scattering of juicy burbleberries and thin, smoldering sticks of mollowood to take the earthen jug.       "Sorry, Niti, but this is an emergency."       Water sloshed over her sarong and onto her bare feet as she carried the jug into the larder. The smoke was now thick plumes that clung to the back of her throat and made her cough.       She tossed the entire contents of the jug over the blaze, but the parts she missed continued to grow. She set down the jug with a groan.       "Lintang!"       The front door burst open and Mother thundered into the house. She grabbed Lintang's arm to drag her out. Elder Wulan was waiting on the porch with a basket of washed clothes. Mother snatched a sopping pair of Father's pants and raced back inside.       Lintang tried to follow, but Elder Wulan snagged her sarong. "Not a chance."       They listened to the wet slaps as Mother tried to put out the fire. Smoke pulsed from the doorway.       Lintang gulped and turned to face Elder Wulan. Her teacher was the oldest person in Desa--she'd taught Lintang's grandfather when he was at school--but her age never stopped her from helping other villagers with their chores. She said as long as she kept moving, the Goddess of Death couldn't catch her.       "I didn't mean it."       Elder Wulan put the washing basket down. "Of course you didn't."       She didn't sound as if she believed Lintang, but it was true. Lintang never did these kinds of things on purpose. They just sort of . . . happened.       The slapping from inside stopped. Elder Wulan leaned toward the smoky doorway. "Shall I send Lintang to the village for help, Aanjay?"       "The fire's out," Mother said, her voice echoing from the larder. "But all my panna leaves are ruined."       Oh no. Mother was supposed to make fish wraps for the visitors tonight, but she couldn't without panna leaves. Mother prided herself on her fish wraps. The recipe had been passed down for generations. She refused to teach Lintang how to make them until Lintang proved herself a good housekeeper, which, by the way things were going, would be never.       Lintang sighed and turned to stare over the lush rainforest, down the hill to the lagoon. The visitors' ship bobbed beyond the reef. Its black sails were rolled up. A lone bird circled above as clouds clustered on the horizon. The heaviness of the air warned of an impending storm.       She closed her eyes as Mother's footsteps thumped toward her. "I'm going to get in trouble again, aren't I?"       "Yes, Lintang," said Elder Wulan with a long-suffering sigh. "I'm afraid you are." Excerpted from Lintang and the Pirate Queen by Tamara Moss All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Publishers Weekly Review

In a vibrant world reminiscent of a fantastical maritime Southeast Asia, 12-year-old Lintang's greatest wish is to trade her staid island life for adventure on the high seas. When pirate queen Captain Shafira chooses her to join her crew, Lintang's joy seems complete, until she discovers her best friend, Bayani, hiding in the ship's cargo hold. In addition to proving herself a worthy pirate, Lintang must now unravel a web of secrets that begins with Bayani and ends with the gods themselves. In her U.S. debut, Australian author Moss layers the tale's world and mythology with a lurking specter of historical imperialism that permeates the characters' lives. Excerpts from the "Mythie Guidebook," a world-specific encyclopedia of monsters encountered by the characters, precede the chapters and add to the world's complexity. In a cast of powerful and charmingly eccentric female characters, high-spirited Lintang distinguishes herself with a vulnerability and, often, immaturity that slowly gives way to burgeoning leadership. Women of color take center stage in this fast-paced adventure about friendship, loyalty, and defiantly fighting for one's destiny. Ages 10--12. (Oct.)

School Library Journal Review

Gr 4--7--Twelve-year-old Lintang of Desa village, protected by the sea guardian Nyasamdra, yearns for adventure, and thinks she's found it when pirate captain Shafira welcomes her on board in exchange for safe passage through Nyasamdra's waters. Lintang's friend, Bayani, for reasons of his own, stows away and joins the crew. Lintang relishes every aspect of the eventful voyage including tangles with magical creatures who are described in occasional pages from The Mythie Guidebook (similar to entries from J.K. Rowling's Fantastic Beasts). Lintang struggles to follow Shafira's orders; she dives recklessly into any available fray regardless of her own safety. A final conflict with a dragon and a siren makes for an exciting ending, with sequels likely. Despite a bucketload of human and Mythie personalities, the story is clear and approachable. Moss's smooth, sensory prose carries readers through the story as fluidly as Shafira's ship navigates the waters around the United Regions. Shipboard activities are realistically portrayed, and there are enough political machinations and loose ends to provide many future stories. There may be a few too many elements in Moss's series opener, but they will likely be explored in future works. VERDICT A particularly well-crafted, solid fantasy adventure suitable for most collections.--Caitlin Augusta, Stratford Library Association, CT

Booklist Review

Lintang is an islander in a world of monsters, called mythies, and a storyteller who has been labeled a troublemaker in her village. A water goddess protects her home from human outsiders, but mythies plague humanity and nobody knows for sure how they came to the world or even how they appear. One day, Shafira, a pirate queen, lands on their shores, and she needs a villager to help her and her crew past the guardian to leave. Lintang, always in the thick of any commotion and raring for adventure, is chosen by Captain Shafira to sail away on a mission, and the story takes readers away to a world of sirens and magical birds, sea battles, and mythical transformations. The overarching theme in this story is the concept of home, what it means to an individual, and how it can reside in friends and family rather than a geographical location. The world Lintang resides in is inventive and nicely established by scattered excerpts from a ""mythie guide book,"" and the story is an immersive delight for any fan of fantasy fiction.--Kristina Pino Copyright 2019 Booklist

Kirkus Book Review

It's a pirate's life for Lintang.For Lintang, humans and "mythies," magical powerful creatures, tensely coexist. (A creature profile foreshadows some chapters.) Inspired by legends, Lintang yearns for adventure beyond her home island of Tolus. However, she only manages to make trouble despite good intentions and warnings from best friend Bayani. Her fortune turns when the infamous pirate captain Shafira appears, offering to rid the island of a deadly Night Terror in exchange for a child from the villagea necessity for a ship's safe passage past Nyasamdra, the island's sea guardian. Impressed by Lintang's spunk, Shafira takes the girl onboard, promising a safe return and a priceless necklace to Lintang's mother as collateral. The all-female pirate crew prepares to hunt sirens when attacks from mythies and a stowaway Bayanias a boy, vulnerable to sirens' callsreveal a more complicated history. A bigger adventure ensues. Lintang's impulsive tendencies push the plot along, at times frustratingly so. Moss models characters and worldbuilding after aspects of Southeast Asian cultures and Indonesian myths in addition to Western folklore and her own imagination. Inconsistencies coupled with the lack of a cohesive cultural system lead to disjointed details that detract from the story. Several twists provide a peak in intrigue and possibilities but in the end generate more questions than answers, hinting at a sequel.An imaginative premise ill-served by its execution. (Fantasy. 10-12) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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