by Pseudonymous Bosch
Recommended Ages: 10+
In the tradition of Lemony Snicket and N. E. Bode, this is a book whose narrator inserts himself as a character -- and what a character he is! He hopes you won't read his story, but he can't help writing it anyway. He censors out the real names and locations involved in his story, even going as far as replacing a whole chapter with strings of Xes. He incorporates puzzles, codes, and vocab-building exercises into his story.

But the characters themselves, and their adventures, are more like those created by Blue Balliett: two (or three) quirky kids who solve a mindblowing mystery together, using non-traditional methods of detection.
Cass is a survival expert who is always prepared for any kind of disaster, often predicting tragedies that never happen. This makes her a bit of a loner. But in spite of her many fears, she is really brave. Brave enough to try to get to solve a local magician's mysterious death all by herself.
She doesn't want Max-Ernest as her partner. Max-Ernest is also a bit of loner, because he talks nonstop. Seriously! Even his parents think there's something wrong with him. Nevertheless, they get pulled into the mystery together. And it's a good thing for Cass, because Max-Ernest has a streak of common sense in him that she lacks,

By "things" I mean a chest full of tiny bottles known as the Symphony of Smells; the notebook of a circus-performing magician who could see music and hear smells; the kidnapping of an elementary-school artistic genius who may or may not be a useless prat; a woman whose voice makes your blood run cold; and a beauty spa where a strange cult performs ancient evil rituals in order to stay forever young. At the end of the book, it seems our young detectives are only starting a promising career in thwarting bad guys and uncovering deep, dark secrets.
Are we any closer to guessing who Pseudonymous Bosch is? No. There is an uncomfirmed rumor that he's really Edie Bilmann, but that name means nothing to me and it might be a red herring. But here's a guarantee: if you enjoy a mystery that gives you the creeps, the giggles, and ideas in equal amounts, you'll breeze right through this book and come out hungry for the sequel, titled If You're Reading This, It's Too Late.
I Am the Messenger
by Markus Zusak
Recommended Ages: 14+



Markus Zusak is the Australian author of The Book Thief as well as this book, both of which were Michael L. Printz Award Honor Books.
Ironhand
by Charlie Fletcher
Recommended Ages: 12+
In Stoneheart, a London schoolboy named George Chapman accidentally damaged a carved stone dragon. This rash act plunged him into a hidden world, an "unLondon,"

George is immediately separated from his two best friends in this unLondon of living stone and metal. The Gunner (a bronze statue of a World War I soldier) has been taken captive by a fiendish, lost soul known as the Walker. And now a gargoyle swoops down and carries George away, leaving his other friend Edie vulnerable and alone.

And where does all this leave George? It leaves him running, flying, plunging, and scrabbling from one deadly battle to another in a nonstop, adrenaline-fueled flow of furious action like nothing seen in children's literature since, well, Stoneheart. He learns how he must fight three duels to the death, and how the veins of stone and metal spreading up his arm will kill him if he runs from a fight.

The only thing this book lacks is a resolution of all the trials and adventures in store for George and his friends. But that's all right. It's only the second book in a trilogy, which concludes with Silvertongue, coming out in hardcover this April.
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