Hello, Riddlers! Can you guess our theme this week? They are flashy! ; ) ~ F Gold flecks tip scales; fins fly 'round, swishing tails. Under water, in a dome, can be a very fishy home. Hiding in a castle keep, laying low, but not too deep. Bubble eyes watch you; behind glass, not much to do. What am I referring to? Stop by Wednesday for the answer!
The Begonia House keeps its secrets. Everyone knows that. Everyone, that is, except for clever eleven-year-old Fairday Morrow, whose family has just moved in. Being the Senior Investigator in the Detective Mystery Squad, more commonly known as the DMS, she’s ready to uncover the mysteries hidden within the strange manor. As the investigation gears up and the pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place, the DMS enters into a world where anything is possible, and the danger is most definitely real. Can they piece together the puzzle before it's too late? Or will whatever's causing trouble find Fairday and her friends first?
DMS CASE FILE #2: The Talking Library
Fairday Morrow and the Talking Library
Publish date: 10/23/17
Publisher: Willow Press
Illustrator: David SanAngelo
Ages: 8 and up
Grade level: 3-6
Available: Hardcover, E-book
Fairday Morrow had no clue that moving from Manhattan to the small town of Ashpot, Connecticut, would lead to an unsolved mystery. Her parents’ dream of renovating a crumbling Victorian, called the Begonia House, into a bed and breakfast had seemed like treachery at the time. But Fairday found out that her new house kept secrets, and once inside its twisted front gates, anything was possible. When mysterious notes start showing up warning that a librarian is in trouble and a bookworm is eating words, Fairday thinks the Begonia House has more skeletons in its closets. What happens to stories when their words get eaten?
We'll be taking time out this week to celebrate our feelings of gratitude with family and friends. There is so much to be thankful for, and life is amazing. Happy Thanksgiving! We'll see you all around the book block. ~ DMS
Here's an oldie but goodie. ; )
I will always make you smile- if only for a little while. A fleeting word that holds you warm, keeps your mind from any harm. So much of me I have to give- with no thing there, only love to live. The easiest feeling that you can think- though hard at times when thoughts do sink. Hold me close, teach me near- give me to those you hold so dear. In a time of need, when you're feeling low, remember me in the worlds you grow. Click here for the answer!
Here are some fun and inspirational things to do while you're celebrating this week!
Brain hungry for words? Mind need to feed? Try some Bookworm Stew. You never know what's in the brew.
Fingers itching to draw something? Pick up a pencil and let loose. Enter Fairday's drawing contestfor a chance to win an authentic DMS pack filled with secrets.
The Begonia House keeps its secrets. Everyone knows that. Everyone, that is, except for clever eleven-year-old Fairday Morrow, whose family has just moved in. Being the Senior Investigator in the Detective Mystery Squad, more commonly known as the DMS, she’s ready to uncover the mysteries hidden within the strange manor. As the investigation gears up and the pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place, the DMS enters into a world where anything is possible, and the danger is most definitely real. Can they piece together the puzzle before it's too late? Or will whatever's causing trouble find Fairday and her friends first?
Fairday Morrow had no clue that moving from Manhattan to the small town of Ashpot, Connecticut, would lead to an unsolved mystery. Her parents’ dream of renovating a crumbling Victorian, called the Begonia House, into a bed and breakfast had seemed like treachery at the time. But Fairday found out that her new house kept secrets, and once inside its twisted front gates, anything was possible. When mysterious notes start showing up warning that a librarian is in trouble and a bookworm is eating words, Fairday thinks the Begonia House has more skeletons in its closets. What happens to stories when their words get eaten?
