“A story written by a teenager for a teenage audience, this work encourages readers to reconsider their assumptions about the fantasy genre while deciphering the book’s parallels with real-world mythology and philosophy.”
~ Dad Of Divas
"British university student Bartholomeusz capably executes a familiar premise in his strong debut, first in a planned trilogy and the launch title from Medallion’s YA-YA imprint, offering books for teens written by teens. Sixteen-year-old orphan Jack Lawson and his friend Lucy have only just noticed the ominous hooded figures and the incandescent white fox lurking about their humdrum town of Birchford, England, when they are attacked by the evil Cult of Dionysus, believed to be sorcerers seeking 'nothing less than the domination of as many worlds as possible.' The pragmatically manipulative Apollonians rescue the teens and transport them through time and space to the planet Rauthr, where elves fight off demons risen from fiery depths, shards of fallen stars provide magical powers, a creeping 'Darkness' threatens to consume the universe, and broad strokes of foreshadowing hint that all is not as it appears to be. Adeptly incorporating the tropes of epic fiction, Bartholomeusz assembles his likably prickly cast and prepares them for adventure amid echoes of Tolkien, Lewis, and Rick Riordan."
~ Publishers Weekly
“The White Fox is very suspenseful, keeping me on the edge of my seat almost every second. I found it difficult to put the book down. . . . In my opinion, The White Fox should win many awards. A good story lies within this book. It was very enjoyable to read, and I will read it again.”
~ William (6th grade student)
“This is an entertaining quest fantasy written by a teen for a teenage audience. Jack is an intriguing hero who burns beans while living in an orphanage that is more a prison than a home; his sidekick Lucy sums up their escapades together as he is Gandalf the young and she is the karate kid. Mindful of Michael Ende’s The Neverending Story though targeting an older audience, readers will enjoy James Bartholomeusz’s exciting The White Fox while looking forward to more of Jack’s adventures."
~ Harriet Klausner, Independent Reviewer
“I rate this book a five out of five. The White Fox is very suspenseful, keeping me on the edge of my seat almost every second. I found it difficult to put the book down. . . . The story is also outstanding.”
~ Book Trends
“The White Fox is a very fun, engaging book.”
“In the tradition of Christopher Paolini, Garth Nix, and Jonathan Stroud, Bartholomeusz—a teen at the time of writing—builds an epic adventure that includes a somewhat disaffected contemporary British teen boy, Jack; an engaging white fox who provides something between guidance and companionship; and an intricate plane inhabited by mythic creatures ranging from elves to demigods. The writing is polished and the scenes are vivid. . . . Fantasy-saga devotees will want to give Jack a try as he wends way, gaining and losing friends, encountering potential romantic interests, and fighting for peace of mind about his future safety.”
~ Francisca Goldsmith, Booklist
Jack heard the scream. Then the lights went out. The darkness slithered down the hill. One by one, coming closer and closer, the faint orangey lamps flickered and died. Behind it, an impenetrable wall of pure black. Jack did not pause. He began walking quickly, trying to keep ahead of the slowly growing mass. The sheets of fog parted as he moved forward. He crossed from the pavement into the middle of the road, where it was the lightest. There were no cars around, and he would be completely incapacitated if he walked into a wall or a lamppost. He stood still, listening for anything that might be coming his way. The faint fluttering of autumnal leaves in the wind. The engine of a solitary car rumbling in the distance. Other than that, complete silence. Then there was another scream. Jack whipped around. Silhouetted against the deep sky was the hill around which the town was built. At its very peak, the topmost trees bent in gnarled shapes against the horizon. Something howled. It was like a wolf, yet at the same time it had a grinding, shrieking edge that no animal on Earth could have ever produced. It was followed by another and another and a fourth, all entering into the horrific nocturnal chorus. It was the sound of a hunt beginning. Read more. . .