Gear Up and Get Punky
A humorous, coming-of-age novel on how the best of intentions can sometimes leave the largest of craters.
"This book changed my life." -
The Paper Formerly Known as TreeColonel Cantankerous Von Puffingnub the Thirteenth is what Adelaide Wakefield calls her amputated arm nub, but only when it's itchy. Her best friend is the mechanical arm she built for herself, mainly because it tends to flatulate at the fancy dinner parties her parents force her to attend. After all, the loose rubber seal she installed on the exit pipe that makes the exhaust go "phlbbbttthhh" is completely necessary. Or, at least, that's what Adelaide tells all the highfalutin toots that give her the stink eye. When the Wakefields throw an elaborate housewarming party for themselves upon arriving to Parson's City, Adelaide unmasks a sassy thief who steals her most precious possession: an empty jewelry box with legs. Adelaide chases her through the clockwork city and winds up surrounded by the brigand's gang, who are really just a runaway band of orphaned misfits. Dubbed the
Punks of the Steam Tunnels, they introduce Adelaide to a life of freedom filled with train surfing, spring-loaded bookstores, mechanical foxes, criminally-colorful gangs, and fried rats on sticks. Determined to make their lives better, Adelaide builds new inventions for them. Some of which even work. Others, not so much. When the up-and-coming engineer creates a new kind of generator, she discovers that it doesn't generate power so much as earthquakes. Whoops.(May contain unnecessary footnotes and stupendous witticisms.)
Praise for Steampunks: The Earthquake Machine: "The funniest, most heartwarming book I've ever read."-
My Mom, who is highly prone to exaggeration"Who are you people, and why are you in my house?" -
Person interviewed at wrong address"The most wonderful novel I've ever read."-
Terry Pratchett's sister's cousin's brother's former roommate's lady she might have met once at the grocery storeThis Novel has been rated
PG-12 by the Author and his nonsense committee due to: Mild Violence, Semi-Mature Themes, Childish Language, Lack of Propriety, and Excessive Silliness. [Warning: some material may not be suitable for children (or certain breeds of cats).]
Forehand, Robert Bo: - "Robert "Bo" Forehand is a staggeringly beautiful man, and this blurb in third person was most definitely not written by him. Robert was named after his grandfather, Robert (go figure), who everyone called Bob instead of Robert, and little Robert's parents didn't want to call a baby Robert, but they couldn't call him Bob either, because that would be confusing to have multiple Bobs. You can't have multiple Bobs. That's just madness. So they called the baby Bo, for little Bob. So Bo (a.k.a. little Bob) [a.k.a. little Robert] -a.k.a. the staggeringly beautiful man- grew up with a love of comic books and art. He studied Computer Animation at Full Sail University for a time until he realized that he didn't quite like studying Computer Animation. The Psychology class where he invented imaginary characters and gave them mental disorders was far more fun, so he gave himself a mental disorder by becoming a writer. An Associate's degree from Gulf Coast State College, a Bachelor's degree in Film - Cinema Studies with a minor in Music from the University of Central Florida, and a Master's degree in Creative Writing from his triumphant (not really) return to Full Sail University gave him both extensive knowledge and expensive debt. He estimates that he will be able to pay back his student loans around the year 2142."
