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The House with Chicken Legs

My house has chicken legs. Two or three times a year, without warning, it stands up in the middle of the night and walks away from where we’ve been living. It might walk a hundred miles or it might walk a thousand, but where it lands is always the same. A lonely, bleak place at the edge of civilization. 

It nestles in dark forbidden woods, rattles on windswept icy tundra, and hides in crumbling ruins at the far edge of cities. At this moment it’s perched on a rocky ledge high in some barren mountains. We’ve been here two weeks and I still haven’t seen anyone living. Dead people, I’ve seen plenty of those of course. They come to visit Baba and she guides them through The Gate. But the real, live, living people, they all stay in the town and villages far below us. 

Maybe if it was summer a few of them would wander up here, to picnic and look at the view. They might smile and say hello. Someone my own age might visit – maybe a whole group of children. They might stop near the stream and splash in the water to cool off. Perhaps they would invite me to join them.

“How’s the fence coming?” Baba calls through the open window, pulling me from my daydream.

“Nearly done.” I wedge another thigh bone into the low stone wall. Usually I sink the bones straight into the earth, but up here the ground is too rocky, so I built a knee-high stone wall all the way around the house, pushed the bones into it and balanced the skulls on top. But it keeps collapsing in the night. I don’t know if it’s the wind, or wild animals, or clumsy dead people, but every day we’ve been here I’ve had to rebuild a part of the fence.

Baba says the fence is important to keep out the living and guide in the dead, but that’s not why I fix it. I like to work with the bones because my parents would have touched them once, long ago, when they built fences and guided the dead. Sometimes I think I feel the warmth of their hands lingering on the cold bones, and I imagine what it might have been like to hold my parents for real. This makes my heart lift and ache all at the same time.

The house creaks loudly and leans over until the front window is right above me. Baba pokes her head out and smiles. “Lunch is ready. I’ve made a feast of shchi and black bagels. Enough for Jack too.”

My stomach rumbles as the smell of cabbage soup and fresh baked bread hits my nose. “Just the gate hinge, then I’m done.” I pick up a foot bone, wire it back into place, and look around for Jack.

He’s picking at a weathered piece of rock underneath a dried-up heather bush, probably hoping to find a woodlouse or a beetle. “Jack!” I call and he tilts his head up. One of his silver eyes flashes as it catches the light. He bounds towards me in an ungainly cross between flying and jumping, lands on my shoulder, and tries to push something into my ear.

“Get off!” My hand darts up to cover my ear. Jack’s always stashing food to save for later. I don’t know why he thinks my ears are a good hiding place. He forces the thing into my fingers instead; something small, dry and crispy. I pull my hand down to look. It’s a crumpled, broken spider. “Thanks, Jack.” I drop the carcass into my pocket. I know he means well, sharing his food, but I’ve had enough of dead things. “Come on.” I shake my head and sigh. “Baba’s made a feast. For two people and a jackdaw.”

I turn and look at the town far below us. All those houses, snuggled close together, keeping each other company in this cold and lonely place. I wish my house was a normal house, down there, with the living. I wish my family was a normal family, too. But my house has chicken legs, and my grandmother is a Yaga and a Guardian of The Gate between this world and the next. So my wishes are as hollow as the skulls of the fence.


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Marinka dreams of a normal life, where her house stays in one place long enough for her to make friends. But her house has chicken legs and moves on without warning.

For Marinka's grandmother is Baba Yaga, who guides spirits between this world and the next. Marinka longs to change her destiny and sets out to break free from her grandmother's footsteps, but her house has other ideas...

  • Waterstones Children's Book of the Month May 2018

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Book information

Key Stage
KS2/3 E
Lexile Measure
ISBN: 9781474940665
Extent: 336 pages
Dimensions: 198 x 130mm
Melissa Castrillón (cover), Elisa Paganelli

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Sophie Anderson

Sophie Anderson grew up with stories in her blood, from her mother, who is a writer, to her Prussian grandmother, whose own storytelling inspired The House with Chicken Legs. Now living in the Lake District with her family, Sophie loves walking, canoeing and daydreaming. She spends every spare minute reading, and loves to talk about books online, offline and to anyone else who will listen. Sophie’s dream is to create stories that help children to explore the world and fall in love with its beautiful diversity.

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Shortlisted - Junior Design Awards 2018 Best Children’s Book 6+ category

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“The House with Chicken Legs”
I liked this book because it’s very enjoyable and you never know what’s going to happen next. A surprise is always on the next page and Marinka, the main character, is always getting into trouble. It keeps me permanently on the edge of my seat, as Marinka’s life is full of mystery. One of my favourite characters is Nina, a dead person who loves growing plants. I like her because she is kind and friendly and is gentle to plants. Baba ,who is Marinka’s grandmother, is a Yaga. this means it’s her job to guide the dead through the gate to go on their journey to the stars. I also liked Benjamin because he is caring and kind, like Nina. My least favourite characters are Salma and Lamya because they are mean and selfish. I loved Sophie Anderson’s style of writing because she wrote it from Marinka’s point of view and I like seeing things from other people's perspective. I would rate this book 4 and a 1/2 stars for its ability to keep me entranced!
“The House with Chicken Legs”
This is one of the best books I've ever read. "The House with Chicken Legs" is one of my favourite stories now and I hope Sophie Anderson writes more stories like this.
“The House with Chicken Legs”
Wow! Just wow! What an enchanting read that was! I clung onto every word that was printed before me, this book was practically made to dazzle children.
“The House with Chicken Legs”
This book was really good and I enjoyed it a lot. [...] It is about finding your own destiny and never giving up.
“The House with Chicken Legs”
It is a beautiful story full of lots of vivid language and places, with a lovely ending.
“The house with chicken legs”
A fantastic book.
“The House with Chicken Legs”
To middle grade readers who love magical stories and quirky characters, I would say - You. Must. Read. This. Book! and leave it at that. And to teachers and school librarians, I would say - This is the perfect addition to the classroom. It is a magical and special read full of vivid imagery and wonderful characters. And it also deals with real human emotions that can be talked about - loneliness especially. And there are so many extension activities - from learning about Slavic folklore to creative exercises.

Press reviews

“A magical tale… a captivating and original retelling of a traditional story straight out of folklore. Beautiful escapism.”
“Filled with warmth and spun from gossamer threads of magic. I loved it!”
“A spellbinding tale, beautifully told and full of heart. Pure magic.”
“[A] delicious, exquisite tale.”
“A glistening gem of a story with an air of elegance, beauty and fragility. ”
“I absolutely adored the adventure, love, friendship and stubbornness of Marinka. Such a brilliant idea and so beautifully written. ”
“A deliciously macabre world with a courageous and rebellious heroine at its centre.”
“Beautifully written, lyrical, haunting and humorous this is a novel that will move your feelings into new dimensions as you adventure with Marinka to discover the possibilities the world has to offer.”

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