I love finding authors who write a wide range of stories. They don’t just write the same kinds of stories for the same age group, but really branch out and write all sorts of stuff. Gareth P. Jones is one of those authors. I first discovered Gareth when I picked up his first book, Constable and Toop. I loved this book so much that I just wanted to read everything that he had written. He stories can be hilariously funny, spooky and spine-tingling, or eerie and mysterious, and can feature ghosts, dinosaurs, and pirate robots. In Gareth’s latest book, Death or Ice Cream? he takes us to the town of Larkin Mills and introduces us to the weird and wonderful characters that call this place home.
Larkin Mills: The Birthplace of Death! Larkin Mills is no ordinary town. It’s a place of contradictions and enigma, of secrets and mysteries. A place with an exquisite ice cream parlour, and an awful lot of death. An extraordinary mystery in Larkin Mills is beginning to take shape. First we meet the apparently healthy Albert Dance, although he’s always been called a sickly child, and he’s been booked into Larkin Mills’ Hospital for Specially Ill Children. Then there’s his neighbour Ivor, who observes strange goings-on, and begins his own investigations into why his uncle disappeared all those years ago. Next we meet Young Olive, who is given a battered accordion by her father, and unwittingly strikes a dreadful deal with an instrument repair man. Make sure you keep an eye on Mr Morricone, the town ice-cream seller, who has queues snaking around the block for his legendary ice cream flavours Summer Fruits Suicide and The Christmas Massacre. And Mr Milkwell, the undertaker, who has some very dodgy secrets locked up in his hearse. Because if you can piece together what all these strange folks have to do with one another …well, you’ll have begun to unlock the dark secrets that keep the little world of Larkin Mills spinning.
Death or Ice Cream? is dark, devilish and fun and I loved every minute of it! The book is a series of interconnected spine-tingling stories, with a large helping of black humour, that draws you into the strange town of Larkin Mills. Gareth made me laugh out loud, shiver and cringe.
I love the way that each of the stories interconnect and interact with each other. There are characters (Mr Morricone) and objects (a vial of purple liquid) that pop up in a few of the stories and you wonder about the significance of these. A story that you have just read could relate to the story that you read next, and I often thought it was quite clever how they related to each other. Each of the stories is a piece of the jigsaw that you add to with each new story, and by the end of the book we know all about Larkin Mills and its secrets.
There are so many characters to love in Death or Ice Cream? We get brief glimpses of characters, only to realise that they are much more important than you thought, and they turn up in another story. In the first story there is a man going door-t0-door selling anecdotes. You don’t learn much about him but you just know that he will turn up later. Like the town itself, many of the characters appear to be hiding something. Why, for example, is Mr Morricone’s Ice Cream Parlour so popular? Why does his ice cream have such wicked sounding names, like Mowed Down Madness or Trigger Finger of Fudge? Then there is the undertaker, Mr Milkwell, who runs a hotel/funeral home where the guests are both living and dead.
The TV shows that Gareth has added into the book gave me a good chuckle too. My favourite is called Flog It Or Burn It, where competitors are trying to sell their family heirlooms against the clock. The person with the most unsold items has their burnt in front of a live studio audience. It sounds much more exciting than Antiques Roadshow or Cash in the Attic. One of the characters loves watching competitive basket weaving, which I’m sure would be thrilling.
Pick up a copy of the devilishly funny Death or Ice Cream? now and discover what’s going on in Larkin Mills. This is one town you don’t ever want to visit!
Magrit lives in an abandoned cemetery with her friend and advisor, Master Puppet, whom she built from bones and bits of graveyard junk. She is as forgotten as the tiny graveyard world that surrounds her. One night as Magrit and Master Puppet sit atop of their crumbling chapel, a passing stork drops a baby into the graveyard. Defying Master Puppet s demands that the baby be disposed of, and taking no heed of his dire warnings, Magrit decides to raise the baby herself. She gives him a name: Bugrat. Magrit loves Bugrat like a brother, friend and son all rolled into one. But Master Puppet and the newly discovered skeleton girl know all too well what will happen when Bugrat grows up – that the truth about them all will be revealed. Something Magrit refuses to face.
Jackson and his family have fallen on hard times. There’s no more money for rent. And not much for food, either. His parents, his little sister, and their dog may have to live in their minivan. Again.
Twelve-year-old Iris has been sent to Spain on a mission: to make sure her elderly and unusual aunt, Ursula, leaves her fortune–and her sprawling estate–to Iris’s scheming parents.
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