Kelsey Callahan is smart, tough and fiercely loyal to her friends. She wants nothing more than to follow in her father's footsteps, and be a detective just like her hero, Sherlock Holmes.
A lover of mysteries, she finally gets the chance to solve something on her own when Ethan, a cute but mysterious loner appears in her class. Both fascinated and infatuated with him, Kelsey soon learns there are events at play in Ethan's life that are both tragic and dangerous. Events that, the deeper she digs, may end up threatening not only their relationship but their very lives.
As the follow-up to the highly successful Joshua's Island, Ethan's Secret has done quite well, and even earned a kudo of its own when it was named a Finalist in last year's Readers' Favorite Awards. I have sold several hundred copies to date, and hope to do even better in 2017!
Oh my God. It’s happening again.
Today was my first day of fifth grade. I’d only moved to Phoenix two months ago. I didn’t know anybody, and nobody knew me. I’ve always prided myself on my ability to think on my feet, to adapt to my surroundings quickly, and most of all, to make friends. When I stepped off the bus this morning, my first thoughts were: These are kids, just like me, and kids are basically the same wherever you go. Even though I’m the “new girl,” I’m sure I’ll find a spot for myself here in no time.
I still felt bad about what had happened to Naomi. I’d tried one last time to call her before we left Denver, but she still wouldn’t talk to me. Which is not surprising, given how badly I’d let her down.
Jackie Mitchell had tormented her, bullied her so badly that she’d transferred to another school. I’d tried to be there for her, to give her a shoulder to cry on, but it wasn’t enough. When she needed me the most, to get off the sidelines and help her, I’d frozen up. Jackie was just too big, too mean. And I’d been too scared to take her on.
Right before my first class started, I went into the girls’ restroom to check my face in the mirror. Not surprisingly, I looked exactly like I did before I left the house this morning: my hair was set in pigtails, and my braces were probably visible from orbit. But I still felt cheerful, happy to officially begin my “fresh start.”
And then it started.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Vanessa Sueroz Felix
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Juan Carlos Sotillo
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