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Once Upon a Thriller
Once Upon a Thriller
Once Upon a Thriller
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Once Upon a Thriller

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Nancy and her friends need more than book smarts to get to the bottom of a literary mystery in this fourth book of the Nancy Drew Diaries, a new take on the classic series.

A rash of crimes in a neighboring town—a blazing fire at a bookstore, a boat that sinks in the harbor, and a valuable dog’s dognapping—are eerily similar to the plots from famous mystery writer Lacey O’Brien’s popular books. So who’s behind the crimes? Could it be Lacey looking for publicity? One of Lacey’s superfans? Or maybe it’s Paige Samuels, owner of the bookstore that burned. Nancy, Bess, and George will have to read between the lines as they dig deep into a dangerous mystery.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherAladdin
Release dateSep 24, 2013
ISBN9781442465725
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Carolyn Keene

Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books.

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  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
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    Soo intriguing I read it all the way through with no stopping!

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    This was another book that I enjoyed reading along with my goddaughter. I know that the Nancy Drew books have developed into a massive franchise, with a team of writers contributing to the composite persona of Carolyn Keene. Well, there is nothing wrong with that to my mind.

    As with the other books in the series, the story is sufficiently exciting to keep younger readers gripped, and although everything is entirely wholesome, the book is not reduced to the merely anodyne.

    In this case, Nancy and her friends visit a local resort to spend a restful weekend away. Nancy is keen to make some progress with the mystery books she is reading, hoping to take a break from real investigations. Unfortunately, she once again finds herself dragged into a mystifying set of circumstances, this time arising from what appears to be a series of crimes mimicking those from a famous writer’s series of crime fiction. I enjoyed it, and so did my goddaughter.

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  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I disagree with what stardust_fiddle said all that negativity was clogging up my mind!!
    I LOVED IT I think it was the best, richest Nancy drew diary EVER


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    Vary thrilling

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  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
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    Book four in the Nancy Drew Diaries, “Once Upon a Thriller” continues the contemporary adventures of teen sleuth Nancy Drew. In this installment, Nancy, Bess, and George plan to spend a relaxing weekend at Moon Lake in the little town of Avondale. However, an incident at the local bookstore sets off a chain reaction of crimes that seem to mimic those written by mystery author Lacey O’Brien. As Nancy struggles to figure out the links and the perpetrator, someone seems to be trying to prevent her from solving the mystery.

    As with the previous three books in this new series, I found this one to be mediocre. The spirit of the original Nancy Drew simply isn’t there, replaced by a critical and sometimes almost disrespectful girl who seems aloof and detached much of the time. Several events in the story did not make sense, such as the fact that early on Nancy’s cell phone almost certainly became waterlogged and yet she continues to use it as if nothing happened. The brief appearance of Ned Nickerson was enjoyable, although Nancy worked alone for most of this book. Overall, the mystery was lacking in ingenuity and execution, and the heroine was not much better. Perhaps, though, new readers will find her more entertaining if they are unfamiliar with the original.

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Once Upon a Thriller - Carolyn Keene

Dear Diary,




IT’S NO SURPRISE THAT MY nose is always stuck in a book. I can’t get enough of a good biography, historical novel, or fantasy story. But my favorites are edge-of-your-seat, page-turning mystery stories. And when Bess, George, and I were in the middle of a raging storm on Moon Lake, I wished I were just reading a mystery, not smack in the middle of one.



CHAPTER ONE

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"COME ON. HURRY UP AND let’s go!" I called to Bess and George as I popped open the trunk of my car. I had parked in front of George’s house and was in a rush to get going.

Leave it to you to be right on time, Nancy, Bess teased as she and George walked down the front steps of the porch and headed toward me, overnight bags in hand. George glanced at her watch.

Whoa, Bess is right! George said. It’s nine a.m. on the dot. She grabbed Bess’s bag and tossed it and her own into the trunk before slamming it shut.

Well, that’s when I told you I’d be here, I answered. And I’m really looking forward to getting to the lake early so we can settle into our cabin and go for a hike before it gets too hot.

Ugh, Bess groaned. Not a hike! You and George promised me this would be a relaxing weekend.

And it will be, I said. A short hike this morning, followed by a canoe ride this afternoon. Then tomorrow we can sleep in and read and relax before we go waterskiing after lunch.

Bess rolled her eyes at me. I could tell she would have preferred spending the entire weekend doing nothing but sitting on the shores of Moon Lake with a magazine and a bottle of nail polish to touch up her manicure and pedicure. But there’s no way I could manage that—I would get way too antsy.

Besides the outdoor activities, I also planned to read the latest Miles Whitmore mystery, Terror on the Trail. Lately, I couldn’t get enough of his books. I never figured out whodunit till the very end, and I’m an amateur detective. That’s how crafty a writer he is.

I pulled away from George’s house and maneuvered my car toward the highway. Once we got going, it was only about fifty miles to Avondale, which is where Moon Lake is located. If we didn’t hit any traffic, we’d be there in under an hour.

We’ll make it up to you, Bess, George said. You have complete control over music for the entire weekend.

Really? Bess asked, incredulous. I’m not sure I believe you. You always hate any group I like.

Really. I promise, George said. I was impressed. George can be incredibly opinionated when it comes to music. She and Bess are my best friends, and they also happen to be cousins. But the two are as different as Beethoven and The Rolling Stones. Sometimes it’s hard to believe they’re related.

Well, I suppose that’s something, Bess said with a sigh. She plugged her MP3 into the radio and out blasted Grayson & James, her latest favorite group.

I saw George in the rearview mirror, and I knew she was working hard to restrain herself. I saw her putting on her own headphones to drown out Bess’s music.

I know, I know, Bess half apologized, sensing George’s frustration. But this is great driving music, isn’t it, Nancy?

I actually like this song, I admitted sheepishly. I was trying to keep the peace between my friends, but I was also being truthful—the song was catchy and fun. And with that, we all settled in to enjoy the ride.

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We pulled up to our rental cabin on Moon Lake almost exactly an hour later. Towering green pines surrounded the cabin, and the setting looked inviting. I couldn’t wait to get started—within minutes, the car was unpacked and our hiking boots were on.

I promise it will be a short hike, Bess, I told her as I pulled my hair into a tight ponytail. Let’s just do one loop around the lake. We’ll be back in time for lunch.

All right, Bess grumbled. Let’s get this over with. She tightened the laces on her boots and the three of us headed for the trailhead, which happened to be just a few paces from our cabin.

As we hiked, I took in the beautiful scenery and tried to let my mind wander. That can be tough for me, as I always have some mystery on my mind—a real one or one in a book.

But this weekend at the lake I really planned to focus on my friends and the great outdoors.

Right, Nancy? I heard George say. She was looking at me as though she’d been talking to me for five minutes without a response. Which, come to think of it, was quite possible.

Oh, uh, sorry, George, I replied. I guess I was lost in my own world.

I said, that’s our cabin right there, isn’t it? George repeated, pointing to the little wooden structure peeking through the trees a few hundred yards ahead of us.

It is, I replied, glancing at my watch. Wow, that was quick. It had taken us less than an hour to hike the three-mile loop around the lake. Even Bess agreed that it had been pleasant and not particularly taxing.

Great! George said. Because I’m ready for Hannah’s lunch.

Back at the cabin, I went into the kitchen to get the basket Hannah had packed for our weekend. Hannah Gruen is my dad’s housekeeper, and she loves to keep all of us well fed and nurtured—she’s got lots of love to share. I couldn’t wait to dig into some of her famous fried chicken and homemade coleslaw.

But the basket was nowhere to be found. Suddenly an image of it popped into my head. It was sitting on the counter—the counter at my house in River Heights, that is.

Bad news, I groaned. I left the lunch basket Hannah packed for us at home.

That’s because you were rushing like crazy to get up here, George said. What’s my stomach supposed to do? she joked.

Bess smiled broadly. I guess we’ll just have to make a trip into town, then, she suggested. It’s not far away, and I’m pretty sure Avondale has a bunch of cafés and cute stores.

She emphasized the word stores, and knowing Bess, she was eager to squeeze in some shopping along with lunch.

Great, I agreed. "Because I also left Terror on the Trail at home, so now I have nothing to read. Hopefully there’s a bookstore in town too."

Terror on the what?

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