"Shovelfuls of gold!"

Dig into joyful reading with a "rollicking story"

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Treasure Town is a "first chapter book" that blends a hilarious tale about searching for pirate treasure with real learning — about pirate history, geography and vocabulary.

With a map, a word list (Flabbergasted: thunderstruck. Thunderstruck: flabbergasted), and the kids’ reports on pirates at the end, this is the first book for younger readers by Doug Wilhelm, author of the middle-school classic The Revealers. It's wonderfully illustrated by Sarah-Lee Terrat, one of Ben & Jerry's original artists — and its publication is made possible by a successful Kickstarter campaign.

Shovelfuls of gold in this rollicking story of pirate gold in Florida. Great characters, funny events, and big dollops of history and geography. Well done!”
R.A. Montgomery, co-creator of the Choose Your Own Adventure series

A fun — and very funny — yarn about buried treasure, three brave treasure hunters, the ‘weirdos’ who want to find it too, and the ‘Treasure Town’ that ends up making history. A great read for adventuresome kids!”
S. S. Taylor, author, The Expeditioners

This story can help give parents and teachers the joy of seeing children become better readers of valuable chapter books.”
Sue Biggam, co-author, Literacy Profiles: A Framework to Guide Assessment, Instructional Strategies and Intervention, K-4

"Treasure Town will be treasured by every reader who loves action, humor, and a rollicking good tale."
Ellen Miles, author of the Puppy Place series

Watch the video book trailer, featuring second and third graders!

Download the free, Common Core-linked Classroom Guide to Treasure Town

 Download a one-page info sheet on the book

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from the sequel to The Revealers:

When I came up to school in the morning, it seemed like everyone outside was texting or showing other kids something on their phone. It felt like that dream where you’re walking along a crowded hall and suddenly realize you’re not wearing pants.

When the doors opened, I’d just come through when somone grabbed my elbow. It was Cam; he spun me around and walked me back out. I said, “What are you doing?” — but he kept me going, gripping my elbow hard, until we were around a corner and no one else could see.

Cam had on a brown soldier’s t-shirt and desert-camouflage cargo pants. He yanked out his cell.

He said, “You see this? I got it a few minutes ago.”


He held his phone up, showing me the screen. His eyes were on fire.

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I stood there, leaning against the sink, and it all played back in my mind. The horrible things he’d said, then what she said. It’s not your fault. I still didn’t know about that — but I did know the same tape had been playing, over anad over here in our house. The same things had been happening again and again, and they were getting worse. They were definitely getting worse.

Those things were not going to stop on their own. I suddenly saw it: how everything would just keep getting worse, and worse and worse, until somebody did something to stop it.

I went to the phone and called my aunt. “Hello?” she said.


“Huh? Casey?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what it is. But if you think it’ll work, I’ll do it.”

There was a silence. She said, “Okay.”