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Bell, Alex

 
9781534406476: The Polar Bear Explorers' Club (Volume 1)

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A precocious young girl is determined to prove herself as an explorer in the first novel in the whimsical Polar Bear Explorers’ Club series.

Stella Starflake Pearl knows, without a doubt, that she was born to be an adventurer. It’s too bad girls are forbidden from becoming explorers.

But Stella’s father has never been one to play by the rules.

Leaving behind her pet polar bear, Gruff, and beloved unicorn, Magic, Stella and Felix set off on an expedition to the snowy Icelands. There, Stella plans to prove herself as a junior explorer, worthy of membership in the Polar Bear Explorers’ Club. So when Stella and three other junior explorers are separated from the rest of their expedition, she has the perfect opportunity. Can they explore the frozen wilderness and live to tell the tale?

The first in Alex Bell’s imaginative new series, The Polar Bear Explorers’ Club is a fun and daring adventure filled with magic, outlaws, and fantastic faraway lands.

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

Alex Bell has always wanted to be a writer but had several different back up plans to ensure she didn’t end up in the poor house first. After training as a lawyer, she now works at the Citizens Advice Bureau, a legal advice firm in the UK. Most of her spare time consists of catering to the whims of her Siamese cat.

Tomislav Tomic graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts in Zagreb, Croatia. He started publishing his illustrations during his college days, and since then has illustrated a great number of books, picture books, school books, and many covers for children’s books. He lives and works in Zaprešic, Croatia.

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The Polar Bear Explorers’ Club
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CHAPTER ONE


STELLA STARFLAKE PEARL RUBBED frost from the turret window and scowled out at the snow. She ought to be in the most splendid mood—it was her birthday tomorrow, and the only thing Stella loved more than birthdays was unicorns. But it was hard to be cheerful when Felix was still refusing to take her on his expedition. Even though she’d begged, pleaded, cajoled, threatened, and stormed—none of it had done any good at all. The thought of being packed off to stay with Aunt Agatha again made Stella feel positively sick. Aunt Agatha didn’t know much about children, and sometimes she got things completely wrong, like the time she gave Stella a cabbage for her packed school lunch. No chocolate dinosaurs, or marshmallow cake, or treats of any kind—just a single, solitary, useless cabbage. Plus, Aunt Agatha had nostril hair. It was almost impossible not to sometimes stare at it.

Stella had wanted to be an explorer ever since she was old enough to know what the word meant. More specifically, she wanted to be a navigator. She never got tired of looking at maps and globes, and as far as she was concerned, a compass was just about the most beautiful thing in the whole entire world. After unicorns, obviously.

And if she wasn’t meant to be an explorer, then why had the fairies given her a middle name? Everyone knew that only explorers had three names. Felix had given her his last name, Pearl, but then hadn’t known what to do about a first name, so he’d asked the fairies to name her instead. This was probably a good thing, because Felix was fond of peculiar names like Mildred and Wilhelmina and Barbaretta. But the fairies had given her not one name, but two: Stella and Starflake. And surely that meant that she was absolutely destined to be an explorer.

Stella scrambled onto the turret window seat and pulled her legs up to rest her chin on her knees. It was getting dark outside, and she knew Felix would be looking for her to give her her twilight present. It was a tradition they had—Stella was always allowed to open one present the night before her birthday. But right now she was too angry and disappointed for presents, so she’d come up to the turret to hide. And if she tucked herself into the window seat she couldn’t be seen from the end of the corridor.

Unfortunately, though, Gruff liked the turret too, and he had come lumbering over almost as soon as Stella had sat down, and was now poking his nose into her pockets in search of cookies. Mrs. Sap, their housekeeper, hadn’t been very happy when Felix brought an orphaned polar bear cub home one day, but the bear would have died otherwise. Not only was he an orphan, he had a deformed paw as well, and would never have been able to survive in the wild. Stella thought it was the best thing ever to have a polar bear in the house, even if he did almost flatten her sometimes when he wanted to cuddle. Polar bears were quite startlingly huge.

She reached into her pocket for a fish cookie and held it out to Gruff, who took it from her with extreme gentleness and then crunched it up happily, covering her in crumbs and bear slobber. Stella was used to the bear slobber, so she didn’t mind, but the downside of Gruff coming to see her was that he gave her presence away when Felix entered the corridor a few minutes later.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, stopping by the window seat. “I’ve been searching high and low for you.”

Stella looked up into his face—her favorite face in the whole world, the first one she could ever remember seeing. Stella had been a snow orphan, just like Gruff. If Felix hadn’t found her when she was a baby, she would probably have died out there, alone on the ice. Stella had never met anyone with hair as white as hers, or skin as pale, or eyes her particular shade of ice-chip blue. Most people had pink, or black, or brown skin, but Stella was white as a pearl from head to toe. It was something that had always bothered her. She wished she looked more like her adoptive father.

Felix wasn’t particularly handsome or distinguished, and he didn’t sport a mustache, whiskers, or sideburns, as was the current fashion. This was in large part because those things required quite a significant time commitment in terms of grooming and maintenance, and Felix said he had (so far) counted up a total of 134 more interesting ways that he would rather spend his time, including making numbered lists of interesting ways he would rather spend his time. His nose was bent at the top, and Stella loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. His golden-brown hair was usually just a little bit too long, curling around his collar—and his mouth always wanted to smile. Felix didn’t like frowning. He said it was a waste of good muscle use.

Stella had always thought of him as a special person, and the fact that he was a fairyologist proved it beyond doubt. There weren’t many humans that fairies would speak to, but they had always liked Felix. He could hardly leave the house in the summer months without one of them perching on the brim of his hat or landing on his shoulder to whisper into his ear. So if he forgot to brush his hair sometimes, or put on odd socks, or did the buttons of his shirt up wrong, none of that mattered one bit to Stella. Besides which, Felix knew how to ride a unicycle, perform card tricks, and make little flying birds out of paper—and if that wasn’t enough to make someone a favorite person, Stella didn’t know what was.

“It’s twilight-present time,” he announced, holding up a white box wrapped with a wonky pink bow.

It took all of Stella’s discipline to say, “I don’t want it.” She turned her head to stare out the window.

“I cannot believe you are serious,” said Felix. He tried to nudge Gruff—who had lain down next to the window seat—out of the way, but nudging a polar bear is a bit like nudging a mountain and really isn’t any use at all, so Felix climbed over the bear instead and sat on the seat opposite Stella.

“I’d take you in a heartbeat,” Felix said quietly. “If girls were allowed on expeditions, then you know I would take you.”

“It’s not fair that girls can’t be explorers!” Stella said. “It’s stupid and it doesn’t make sense!”

The injustice of it made her whole body tremble. Stella had grown up listening to Felix’s stories whenever he returned home from an expedition, and had always loved them, but there comes a time when a girl gets tired of hearing about other people’s adventures and wants to start having a few of her own.

Plenty of explorers took their sons with them on expeditions. Even Stella’s friend Beanie was going on this next one with his uncle, the renowned entomologist Benedict Boscombe Smith. Beanie was the same age as Stella, but he was part elf and not quite like the other children at their school. He had a long list of dislikes that, so far, included small talk, sarcasm, handshakes, hugs, and haircuts. Basically anything that involved physical contact was a definite no.

“You’re absolutely right,” Felix replied. “It is stupid, and it does not make sense. I’m sure it will be different one day. But the world doesn’t always change as...

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