__________Things have started to get quite . . . peculiar . . .Having defeated the monstrous threat that nearly destroyed the peculiar world, Jacob Portman is back in Florida, where his story began.Joined by Miss Peregrine, Emma and their peculiar friends, life has become carefree. They spend days at the beach, and take part in 'normalling' lessons.But it's not meant to last.The discovery of Jacob's grandfather's subterranean bunker leads to clues about his double-life as a peculiar operative.Jacob begins to learn more about the dangerous legacy he's inherited, and the truths that were part of him long before he walked into Miss Peregrine's time loop.Now, the stakes are higher than ever as Jacob and his friends are thrust into the untamed landscape of American peculiardom - a world that none of them understand.New wonders, and dangers, await in this darkly brilliant next chapter for Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children, illustrated with haunting vintage photographs- in full colour. Praise for the Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children series:'The popularity of the Miss Peregrine's book series cannot be overstated' Entertainment Weekly 'Creepy in the best way possible' The Guardian 'Readers searching for the next Harry Potter may want to visit Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children' CNN 'A thrilling, Tim Burton-esque tale with haunting photographs' USA Today Never have I doubted my soundness of mind as often as I did on that first night, when the bird-woman and her wards came to save me from the madhouse. That's where I was going, pinned between beefy uncles in the back seat of my parents' car, when a wall of peculiar children seemed to leap directly from my imagination into the driveway before us, aglow in our high beams like a formation of angels.We skidded to a stop. A wave of dust erased everything beyond our windshield. Had I conjured their echo, some flickering hologram projected from deep within my brain? Anything seemed more believable than my friends being here, now. Peculiars had a way of making anything seem possible, but a visit from them was one of the few impossibilities of which I could still be certain.It had been my choice to leave Devil's Acre. To go home again, where my friends couldn't follow. I had hoped that in returning I might sew together the disparate threads of my life: the normal and the peculiar, the ordinary and the extraordinary.Another impossibility. My grandfather had tried to sew his lives together too and failed, estranged in the end from both his peculiar family and his normal one. In refusing to choose one kind of life over the other, he had doomed himself to lose both-just as I was about to.I looked up to see a figure moving toward us through the clearing dust.Who the hell are you? my dad said.Alma LeFay Peregrine, she replied, Ymbryne Council leader pro tem and headmistress to these peculiar children. We've met before, though I don't expect you'd remember. Children, say hello.