Archer's Quest by Linda Sue Park, Feodor Chin (Read by)

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Twelve-year-old Kevin is quietly doing homework when an arrow rudely interrupts his studies. The surprises escalate when this ordinary kid realizes that the offending archer is Chu-mong, an ancient Korean king who has catapulted through time, and that history will be changed unless the errant monarch can be returned the past. A believable time-travel story by a Newbery Medal winner.

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TWELVE-YEAR-OLD KEVIN, A Korean American math whiz, is shocked beyond belief when a young man, complete with bow and arrows, crash lands in his bedroom. And that’s just the beginning. The man, called Skillful Archer, claims to be a legendary ruler from ancient Korea. While Kevin tries explaining contemporary life to the man he nicknames Archie, the young ruler teaches Kevin about focusing his thoughts in an attempt to help him return to his kingdom. There’s not a moment to lose as Kevin uses Korean history and folktales, math, and the Chinese Zodiac to help his friend travel back through time before the Year of the Tiger ends. If Archie can’t get home, history will be forever changed.

Publishers Weekly

What would you do if a ruler and expert archer from ancient Korea literally crash-landed in your bedroom, bow-and-arrows in hand? That's the shocking—and ultimately illuminating as well as humorous—situation facing 12-year-old Kevin who lives in 1999 Dorchester, N.Y. Trying to untangle who the intruder really is (Koh Chu-mong), how he arrived traveling through time and how to get him back to his kingdom makes for an engaging, if not always logical tale. Luckily, Kevin's affinity for math, plus assistance from his Korean grandparents and the local library, help him put things to right. Chin does a fine job of conveying child-like curiosity, as well as the varying levels of incredulity and culture-clash facing both protagonists. His stilted, fish-out-of-water rhythm for Koh Chu-mong's dialogue early in the recording is spot-on. Ages 9-up.(Feb.)

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Publishers Weekly

Park's (A Single Shard) novel, set in 1999, is part history lesson, part martial arts adventure; it begins with a rather shaky premise but quickly pulls in readers. Twelve-year-old Kevin, a Korean-American math whiz who dislikes social studies ("Names and dates and places from ages ago. Boring, boringer, boringest"), is shocked to discover an arrow-and the archer who took its aim-in his bedroom one afternoon. The intruder identifies himself as "Koh Chu-mong, Skillful Archer," and Kevin nicknames him "Archie." A search on the Internet reveals that Archie was born in 55 B.C. and founded the Koguryo kingdom (now Korea); he explains his chronological detour to Kevin: "I lost my balance, fell off the tiger, and landed here." Kevin raises the same questions that readers may have ("Fell off a tiger? Who was this guy?"). But the logistics soon take a back seat to Kevin's breakneck mission to discover enough details about Archie to return the king to his own place and time. Along the way, popular folktales about this Korean hero come to light, and a credible friendship grows between man and boy. The conclusion wraps hastily, and supporting characters, including a museum curator and Kevin's parents come off sketchily. But the relationship between Kevin and Archie, and their race against the clock (with the Chinese Zodiac and Kevin's math skills both playing a part) to set things right will keep the pages turning. Ages 9-13. (May) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Elizabeth Young - Children's Literature

East meets West and ancient history meets A.D. 1999 New York in this latest offering from Linda Sue Park. Kevin feels his life is plain and boring until Koh Chu-mong, Skillful Archer, travels through time (from 55 B.C., to be exact) and arrives in Kevin's bedroom, piercing his hat with an arrow. The story follows Kevin's quest to return to his homeland of China, now called Korea. Chock full of adventure and even historical informative tidbits, this book will hold the attention of many and fills the gap of choices for those reluctant male readers, as many will identify with the main character. No violence, no drama, no mush. Kevin's character matures during the course of this story from an apathetic student to one intrigued by his heritage and desire to entrust himself, allowing him to come to the aid of a helpless foreigner in a strange new land. At first Archer's arrival seems a little far-fetched--how could he have gotten into Kevin's bedroom?--but Park's careful weaving of characters and twists somehow strengthen this fantasy, using everyday activities to return Koh Chu-mong to his rightful century. An equally delightful choice for historical fiction or sheer escape. Park will take you on a journey you could never have imagined. Following the story are charts of the Chinese Zodiac, an author's note, and the reasoning behind the math problem in discerning the element cycles. Pretty nifty! 2006, Clarion Books/Houghton Mifflin, Ages 9 to 13.

Steven Kral - VOYA

Kevin, a modern American sixth grader, is surprised one night by the sudden appearance of a fully armed archer in his bedroom. After some tense minutes, he learns that the archer is Koh Chu-mong, a Korean king and folk hero from 37 BC. Realizing that he must get Chu-mong home, Kevin becomes Chu-mong's guide as they try to discover a way to accomplish their goal. Along the way, the two become friends and Kevin learns about his Korean heritage and the value of discipline and hard work. Park mixes Korean legend, Chinese astrology, and contemporary settings for a story that, while episodic, is a breezy, fun read. Although Chu-mong sometimes comes off a bit two-dimensional and didactic, he is a fascinating character. One hopes that readers will be encouraged to research the legends behind the man after being teased with the three legends that Park includes. Although the author does not shrink from putting her characters in danger, there is little doubt that they will prevail. The novel's one failing, however, is in its ending. The ultimate solution to Chu-mong's plight seems more random and stumbled upon than the result of a reasoned investigation in which the characters have engaged. Still the novel is well written and the subject will appeal to many upper elementary and lower middle school readers. VOYA CODES: 4Q 3P M (Better than most, marred only by occasional lapses; Will appeal with pushing; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8). 2006, Clarion, 176p., $16. Ages 11 to 14.

Alan Review

Kevin dreads his social studies homework. After all, why memorize things you will never need? As he is throwing a rubber ball against the wall, he hears a loud noise and an arrow darts through his hat, pinning it to the wall! The strange older man that appears calls himself Chu-mong and claims he is from Koguryo, now known as Korea. He says he was riding a tiger in the mountains before finding himself with Kevin in New York. Kevin and the Archer discover they were both born in the year of the Tiger. They realize there is one more day left in this year of the Tiger, and they must find a way for the Archer to get back to his country in 55 B.C. Kevin learns his heritage comes with fascinating stories and is amazed at what the Archer is able to do. Along the way the Archer tells Kevin he is successful because he keeps his eye on the goal and practices regularly. Practice is not boring; our minds can make anything interesting.

School Library Journal

Gr 4-7-Park weaves Korean history and lore into a time-travel fantasy. Sixth-grader Kevin is home alone in Dorchester, NY, when an arrow flies through the air, pinning his baseball cap to the wall. Imagine his surprise to find a man claiming to be Koh Chu-mong, the Great Archer from a Korean kingdom in the first century B.C., in his bedroom. Archer claims to have fallen off the tiger he was riding, and has somehow landed in Kevin's bedroom. Much humor comes from the clash of the ancient and the modern. Archer is amazed and at times frightened by cars (surely powered by dragons), telephones, the computer, lights, and even a bed. Kevin, the grandson of Korean immigrants, is an ordinary kid, bored by school, especially history class. He feels that he is very different from his father, a programmer at a local university who loves math and precision. However, the need to get Archer back in time makes Kevin step up to the challenge. He takes the man to the local museum, but that idea doesn't help. A suspenseful trip to the zoo to see the tiger seems promising, but that tiger is from India, not Korea. During their wanderings around town, Archer tells wonderful stories of Korean history and legend. Finally, Kevin uses all his powers of reasoning and deduction to find the solution to Archer's quest to return home. In the process, the boy learns that ordinary people can do extraordinary deeds and comes to appreciate his dad. Although perhaps not as great as previous, award-winning books by this author, this tender title is still most worthy of attention.-Connie Tyrrell Burns, Mahoney Middle School, South Portland, ME Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews

This brisk time-travel yarn propels a modern 12-year-old boy into a tangle of Korean history, the Chinese Zodiac and the age-spanning skill of archery. Facing a typical latch-key Monday, Kevin is shocked by an unusual bedroom intruder: Ancient Korean leader Koh Chu-mong, (fresh from riding a tiger in 55 B.C., and conveniently conversant in charming English), lands in Dorchester, N.Y. in 1999. As he and Kevin resolve their mutual incredulity, a goal unites them: Twenty-four-year-old Chu-mong must return to the past to lead his people. The narrative, peppered with Chu-mong's expert archery, Kevin's crucial math calculations (both inaccurate and corrected) and frantic research (via a phone conversation with his grandparents and online library resources), flows swiftly to a tidy, earthy resolution. One tiny quibble: Fully a third of the novel transpires before it's revealed that Kevin was born in 1987, a fact crucial to the story's mathematical resolution. Potentially, this jars the reader expecting a wholly contemporary protagonist. Still, the satisfying feats of archery, Kevin's urgent, believable puzzling and Chu-mong's ultimate re-launch add up to an exciting novel for male readers, both reluctant and engaged. (historical notes) (Fiction. 9-12)

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Chapter One
Falling Off

Kevin ripped the page out of his notebook and crumpled it into a ball, making
it as hard and tight as he could. Then he threw it straight up into the air and
hit it with his open palm. Wham!

A perfect shot right into the wastebasket. The only good thing that
had happened since he'd gotten home from school.
Monday was always his worst day. The weekend was over.
Kevin's parents both worked late every Monday, so the house was empty
when he got home. Sometimes he liked being on his own, having the house
to himself. But it was February, the bleakest part of winter, and the house felt
cold, even with the heat on.
Today school had let out early—something about a half-day staff
workshop—which was usually a good thing. But his best friend, Jason, had a
dentist appointment and a guitar lesson, and couldn't hang out after school.
The afternoon stretched ahead of Kevin, long and dreary.
Plus it seemed like the teachers always loaded up at some kind
of giant homework depot over the weekend, unpacking tons of homework
every Monday. Kevin had already finished the math worksheet and answered
the unit questions about ecosystems for science.
He'd saved the worst for last.
Social studies. Names and dates and places from ages ago.
Boring, boringer, boringest.
It was a page of social-studies homework that was starting its
new life in the wastebasket.
Kevin took off his baseball cap, scratched an itchy spot on his
forehead, and pulled the cap on again. Then he saw his little rubber bouncy
ball on the shelf above the desk. He picked it up and started agame of wall
ball. The plunk of the ball against the wall made a steady beat. Thunk–thunk–
thunk . . .
It wasn't—thunk—that he was bad at social studies. Not
anywhere—thunk—close to failing. His grades were right in the middle of the
class, pretty much where they were for all his other subjects, except for
math. He did better at math, although you'd never know it from the way
his dad checked his homework. His dad was a genius geek-head number-
nerd whiz-brain computer programmer—super good at math. He seemed to
know the answer before Kevin had even finished reading the problem.
Whenever his dad tried to help him with math homework, it was as if they
were speaking two different languages.
Still, math made sense. When you got the answer, you knew it
was right; and when you were wrong, you could figure out the mistake. But
social studies? Memorizing stuff that he'd never have any use for again, and
having to write out answers to those awful essay questions, where right and
wrong weren't clear. Well, no, not exactly—you could be wrong, that was for
sure. But you could also be partly right or even mostly right and still get
points taken off your answer.
Kevin sighed. He read the question in his social-studies book
again.
"Describe the relationship between King George III and the
American colonists, and how this relationship led to the Revolutionary War."
Who cares! Kevin raged silently and put a little more into his
throw. THUNK. The ball thunked harder against the wall. Why doesn't stupid
King George mind his own business and leave me alone?
What difference did it make what some old king or queen had
done hundreds of years ago—thunk—
THUD!
The room shook, as if something heavy had fallen on the floor.
Kevin missed the catch, and the ball bounced crazily around the room. He
turned to see what had made the noise.
—twang—
—swish—
THWOCK!
"What the—?"
Now he could see what had made the thwock: An arrow hitting the
wall above his desk.
An arrow that had pierced his baseball cap, lifted it clean off his
head, and pinned it to the wall.

An arrow?
Then he heard a man's voice from somewhere on the other side of
the room.
"Show me your hands, Strange One."
A grim voice.
"Stand—slowly—and show me your hands."
Kevin was too scared to do anything but obey. His knees were
shaking as he stood up, turned toward the bed, and opened his hands in front
of him. His hands were shaking, too. Stop it, he said silently. Somehow
seeing them shake made him feel even more scared.
He forced himself to look toward where the voice had come from.
About a quarter of a face—half a forehead and one wary eye—peeped out at
him from behind the bed.
The owner of that eye was between Kevin and the door. In the
next split second, about a billion thoughts ran through Kevin's head, so fast
that it was like not thinking at all.
How the heck did he get in here?—no one else home—windows
closed—no good yelling—call 911! Nearest phone in Mom and Dad's room—
gotta get past him—gotta get to the door.
The man must have seen Kevin's eyes flicker toward the door.
"My arrow would end your life before you took a single step," he
said. "Do not even think of fleeing. And if you are armed, place your weapon
on the floor. Now." The man rose from his crouch holding a bow—a
genuine bow-and-arrow bow. He wasn't aiming at anything in particular, but
he was clearly ready to aim it if he had to.
If he aims it at me, I hope I don't pee in my pants.
"N-not armed," Kevin squeaked.
The man glared at him. "If you are lying, it will be the last lie you
ever tell."
"Not lying!" Still a squeak, but a louder one.
Kevin could hardly breathe. He made himself take a lungful of air.
Those cop shows on television—the victims of the crimes, lots of times they
helped the police catch the criminals, didn't they? By giving a good
description. . . . Okay, concentrate. Get a good look at this guy.
Asian. Long black hair loose around his shoulders. White jacket,
baggy white pants. In his twenties, maybe. Kevin realized that he didn't
usually think about adults' ages, so he wasn't very good at guessing. Not a
teenager, but not as old as Kevin's parents.
A burglar . . . with a bow and arrows?
Who was this guy?
They stood in silence for what was probably only a few moments,
but it felt to Kevin like a few hours. What's he going to do now?
He took another breath. Now he could see a leather strap across
the man's body, and the feathered ends of more arrows behind the man's
head. They must be in one of those holders—what was it called? A quiver.
That was it.
To his surprise, he heard his own voice. "Wh—what do you want?
And how did you get in here?"
The man frowned. "Did you not see for yourself?" he demanded. "I
lost my balance, fell off the tiger, and landed here."
Fell off a tiger?
Who was this guy?

The man kept staring at him fiercely. Definitely at least a little crazy, Kevin
thought. Better not make him mad.
Kevin was still scared spitless, but somehow it felt better to talk
than to stand there shaking. "Um, sorry," Kevin said. "What happened to the
tiger?" What a bizarre question . . .
For the first time, the man's expression changed from grim to
puzzled, and he glanced around the room, as if expecting to find a tiger
curled up on Kevin's pillow, maybe, or under the desk. He looked so baffled
that Kevin almost felt sorry for him.
"It's not here," Kevin said. "I'd have noticed." He tried to remember
if his parents had ever said anything about being burgled. Let them take
whatever they want, just don't get hurt—something like that. He raised his
hands a little higher. "Um, take whatever you want, okay? Can I—can I help
you find something?"
The man faced Kevin again. "So many questions," he said
sternly. "Have you no manners? I am the elder of us. I ask the questions, and
you do not speak except to answer."
With relief, Kevin watched him take the arrow from the bow and
return it to the quiver. Keep the conversation going—he seems to be calming
down—maybe he'll get sick of talking and just leave.
"I don't mean to be rude or anything," Kevin said, "but how would I
ever learn stuff if I didn't ask questions?"
The man looked angry at first, and started to say something. He
stopped, closed his mouth, and raised his eyebrows. Then he said, "Ha! True
enough, Little Frog. Little Frog that croaks away without ceasing! But ask the
questions in your head, and then listen. The answers and more will come to
you."
Kevin shrugged. "Okay, I'll listen. Go ahead—talk."
The frown returned. "You do not give commands, either!" the man
barked. "I will speak when I wish to speak!"
He turned away, took one step, then turned back again. "I wish to
speak now."
Kevin would have laughed except he knew it would make the guy
mad. So he tried to make his face look interested and respectful. The
interested part was easy—he was dying to hear what the man had to say.
"You have the look of a Yemek, except for your strange garb," the
man began, "although you could also be Chinese. But it is clear that you are
neither, because if you were, you would know who I am." He held his head up
proudly.
What the heck was a Yemek? "I'm not Chinese—I'm Korean,"
Kevin said. "I mean, my grandparents are from there. But I was born here,
which makes me American."
"Why do you speak? I have not asked you a question. What
is 'American'?"
Boy, this guy was hard to follow. And how could he not know
what "American" meant? Definitely crazy. "It means someone from America,"
Kevin said. "The United States."
The man shook his head. "You are Yemek, or you are Chinese.
One or the other. Which is it?"
"Neither," Kevin said. "I'm not from China, and I'm not from—from
Yemek-land, either. I mean, there are about a million countries in the world—
okay, maybe not a million, but at least hundreds. And one of them is the
United States, and that's where I'm from, and that's where you are now. In
New York. Dorchester, to be exact." He knew he was babbling, but it seemed
to be working—the guy still hadn't loaded another arrow onto his bow. Was
that what you did with an arrow, "loaded" it?
The man was frowning so hard that his eyebrows were nearly
drawn together in a straight line. "Slower, Little Frog. What is this you are
saying—that I am no longer in my own land?"
"You're in New York. It's on the other side of the world from China.
And my name is Kevin." He was getting tired of being called "Little Frog."
That seemed to be something the man could understand
easily. "Keh-bin," he repeated with a nod. He pronounced it like two words. "I
am Koh Chu-mong, Skillful Archer." Then he looked at Kevin as if expecting
something.
Kevin remembered two things almost right away. The first was
that in Korea, last names came first. American-style, this guy's name would
be Chu-mong Koh. And when his grandparents met their Korean friends, they
bowed to each other. The guy was waiting for Kevin to bow. So he did, and
when he straightened up again, he saw that the man looked pleased.
"Ah!" he said. "I see you are not entirely uncivilized."
Gee, thanks, Kevin wanted to say, but he didn't. Instead he
said, "So, should I call you Mr. Koh?"
Too late he realized he'd asked a question. But the man merely
stroked his chin. "You may call me . . . 'Skillful Archer.'" He paused for a
moment. "But perhaps that is too boastful. Modesty is a virtue. 'Archer,' then.
You may call me 'Archer.'"
"Archer," Kevin repeated. "How about if I call you Archie?" It
seemed like it would be harder to be scared of someone with a friendly name
like Archie.
"Ar-chee? Why do you wish to make this change?"
"It's a name, that's all. It's a good name for you—Archie the
Archer."
"Ar-chee," the man said, as if trying on the name like a pair of
shoes. "Does it signify great skill with the bow and arrow?"
"Well, not exactly, but—"
"Then it is not a suitable name. I will prove it!"
Archie—Kevin couldn't keep himself from using that name in his
head—whipped the bow off his shoulder. He had it fully strung and armed
with an arrow before Kevin could even move.
Archie turned toward the window that looked out over the
backyard. Past the big maple tree, you could see the fence that separated
the yard from the neighbors'—Mr. and Mrs. Pettigrew, an older couple. A
house-shaped birdfeeder, abandoned by the martins that had flown south for
the winter, stood on a pole in the Pettigrews' yard.
"Do you see that miniature house?" Archie demanded. "I will put
my arrow through the hole in the center of it."
Kevin only had time to think that Mrs. Pettigrew probably wouldn't
like that very much when there was a terrible crashing sound and broken
glass was flying everywhere.

Copyright © 2006 by Linda Sue Park. Reprinted by permission of Clarion
Books / Houghton Mifflin Company.