Confessions: The Private School Murders [NOOK Book]

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In the sequel to the #1 New York Times bestseller Confessions of a Murder Suspect, James Patterson keeps the confessions coming breathlessly as Tandy Angel delves deeper into her own tumultuous history-and proves that she can rise above the sordid Angel legacy.

Wealthy young women are being murdered on Manhattan's exclusive Upper West Side, and the police aren't looking for answers in the right places. Enter Tandy Angel. The first case she ...
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Overview

In the sequel to the #1 New York Times bestseller Confessions of a Murder Suspect, James Patterson keeps the confessions coming breathlessly as Tandy Angel delves deeper into her own tumultuous history-and proves that she can rise above the sordid Angel legacy.

Wealthy young women are being murdered on Manhattan's exclusive Upper West Side, and the police aren't looking for answers in the right places. Enter Tandy Angel. The first case she cracked was the mystery of her parents' deaths. Now, while she's working to exonerate her brother of his glamorous girlfriend's homicide, she's driven to get involved in the West Side murder spree.

One of the recent victims was a student at Tandy's own elite school. She has a hunch it may be the work of a serial killer, but the NYPD isn't listening to her...and Tandy can't ignore the disturbing fact that she perfectly fits the profile of the killer's targets. Can she untangle the mysteries in time? Or will she be the next victim?

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Others might ignore the so-called "Private School Murders" or merely read the headlines, but Tandy Angel has no such luxury. For one thing, the first victims of this serial killer were her parents. And now her brother is being accused of his girlfriend's homicide and a student at her own elite school has just joined the growing list of victims. A fast-breaking thriller by the master of the genre; a hit in hardcover; now in trade paperback and NOOK Book.

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"The complex, clever plot keeps the pages turning as it wends its way to a surprising resolution and several cliffhangers."
The Bulletin
"Readers will be drawn inexorably into Tandy's world of paranoia and manipulation as they try to put the pieces together."
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The complex, clever plot keeps the pages turning as it wends its way to a surprising resolution and several cliffhangers."—CommonSenseMedia.org

"Readers will be drawn inexorably into Tandy's world of paranoia and manipulation as they try to put the pieces together."
The Bulletin

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316207669
  • Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 10/7/2013
  • Series: Confessions Series , #2
  • Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 390
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

JAMES PATTERSON was selected by teens across America as the Children's Choice Book Awards Author of the Year in 2010. He is the internationally bestselling author of Middle School, The Worst Years of My Life; the highly praised Maximum Ride novels; the Witch & Wizard series; Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas; and the detective series featuring Alex Cross and the Women's Murder Club. His books have sold more than 230 million copies worldwide, making him one of the bestselling authors of all time. He lives in Florida.
MAXINE PAETRO has collaborated with James Patterson on the bestselling Women's Murder Club series and the Private series. She lives with her husband in New York State.

Biography

James Patterson had been working as a very successful advertising copywriter when he decided to put his Masters degree in English to a somewhat different use. Inspired by bestselling hair-raising thrillers like The Day of the Jackal and The Exorcist, Patterson went to work on his first novel. Published in 1976, The Thomas Berryman Number established him as a writer of tightly constructed mysteries that move forward with the velocity of a bullet. For his startling debut, Patterson was awarded the prestigious Edgar Award for Best First Mystery Novel—an auspicious beginning to one of the most successful careers in publishing.

A string of gripping standalone mysteries followed, but it was the 1992 release of Along Came a Spider that elevated Patterson to superstar status. Introducing Alex Cross, a brilliant black police detective/forensic psychologist, the novel was the first installment in a series of bestselling thrillers that has proved to be a cash cow for the author and his publisher.

Examining Patterson's track record, it's obvious that he believes one good series deserves another…maybe even a third! In 2001, he debuted the Women's Murder Club with 1st to Die, a fast-paced thriller featuring four female crime fighters living in San Francisco—a homicide detective, a medical examiner, an assistant D.A., and a cub reporter. The successful series has continued with other numerically titled installments. Then, spinning off a set of characters from a previous novel (1998's When the Wind Blows), in 2005 he published Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment. Featuring a "flock" of genetically engineered flying children, the novel was a huge hit, especially with teen readers, and spawned a series of vastly popular fantasy adventures.

In addition to continuing his bestselling literary franchises, Patterson has also found time to co-author thrillers with other writers—including Peter de Jonge, Andrew Gross, Maxine Paetro, and Howard Roughan—and has even ventured into romance (Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas, Sam's Letters to Jennifer) and children's literature (santaKid). Writing at an astonishing pace, this prolific author has turned himself into a one-man publishing juggernaut, fulfilling his clearly stated ambition to become "the king of the page-turners."

Good To Know

Patterson's Suzanne's Diary For Nicholas was inspired by a diary his wife kept that tracked the development of their toddler son.

Two of Patterson's Alex Cross mysteries (Along Came a Spider and Kiss the Girls) have been turned into films starring Morgan Freeman; in 2007, a weekly television series premiered, based on the bestselling Women's Murder Club novels.

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    1. Hometown:
      Palm Beach, Florida
    1. Date of Birth:
      March 22, 1947
    2. Place of Birth:
      Newburgh, New York
    1. Education:
      B.A., Manhattan College, 1969; M.A., Vanderbilt University, 1971
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Confessions: The Private School Murders


By James Patterson, Maxine Paetro

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

Copyright © 2013 James Patterson Maxine Paetro
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-316-20765-2


CHAPTER 1

The cabdriver used both of his big fat feet when he drove, jamming on the brakes and the gas at the same time, making me sick. As the cab bucked to a stop at the light at Columbus Circle, my iPhone rang. I grabbed it from my bag.

C.P. Thank God.

After a lifetime of other kids thinking I was all robotic and weird, I actually had a friend at school. Claudia Portman, known as C.P., was a tarnished Queen Bee who was dethroned last year when she cheated on her finals and was ratted out by her clique-mates. Because of a massive donation by her parents to our school, she got to stay for our junior year, but she'd dumped her friends and become a self-defined loner until the day I was cleared of my parents' murders and she'd sat down with me at lunch. "Move over," she'd said. "We criminals gotta stick together."

And even though I wasn't a criminal, I laughed.

"Hey, T!" she said now by way of greeting. "Did you read it?"

"Read what?" I asked, still distracted after my conversation with Matthew. Hordes of people streamed out of the subway and crossed in front of my taxi.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," she semiwhined. "Come on, Tandy, get with the program. I need to discuss this atrocity against the written word with someone!"

Right. The novel was another super-sexy purple-prose page-turner that was sweeping the planet in dozens of languages (some of which I'd already mastered). C.P. had downloaded the ebook to my tablet, but I had immediately deleted it, hoping she'd forget to ask what I thought. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing I enjoyed reading.

Suddenly, the driver stomped on the gas and the cab lurched forward, sending my stomach into my mouth.

"I'll get to it soon," I told C.P., "but you know it's not really my thing." We took a turn at roughly Mach 20, and I was glad I hadn't eaten since breakfast. "I'm almost home. Can I call you later?"

"Sure! But only if you've read at least fifty pages!" she replied.

I rolled my eyes and hung up.

Twelve nauseating blocks later, I paid the driver through the transom and disembarked on the corner of Seventy-Second and Central Park West, where the Dakota reigned. We lived at the top of the infamous co-op—infamous for housing the social elite and for being the site of a few high-profile murders over the last half century or so. Our apartment was nestled right under the intricate Victorian peaks and gables.

Our parents had been anything but Victorian in their decorating choices, though. They'd filled our home with everything from a winged piano to a UFO-shaped chandelier to a coffee table full of pygmy sharks (since freed), and dozens of other priceless—and strange—contemporary art items.

I huddled into my coat with the collar up, my face down, trying to evade the many photographers lined up near the gate so I could slip right through, but I never even got there. Harry blocked my way, his dark curls tossed by the frigid wind.

"Tandy, you're not going to believe this." He grabbed my arm and steered me down the sidewalk, holding me close to his side as we automatically matched our strides. "Adele Church. She's dead."

I turned to look at him. There wasn't a trace of mirth on his boyishly handsome face. Not that I was surprised. Harry wasn't a jokester or a liar. He wasn't even much of a storyteller.

"She can't be," I finally said. "I saw her this morning."

"She was shot about five minutes ago, Tandy. She's in the park. Her body, I mean. It's still there."

The whole world went fuzzy.

This was not happening. Not again.

CHAPTER 2

"How did you—" I asked my brother, my mouth dry.

"No one told me," he said, digging around in his pocket. "I took this."

Harry showed me the picture on his phone. My already weakened stomach clenched, and I grabbed his arm to steady myself.

"Sorry," he said, gritting his teeth. "Should have warned you it was ugly."

"It's okay," I told him, clearing my throat. I turned and started for the park. "Let's go."

We sprinted across the broad expanse of Central Park West against the light and entered the park by a blacktop pathway. Harry steered me to the right, just past the pretzel cart Hugo lived for, and we ran the thirty yards through a tunnel of shade trees to John Lennon's memorial in Strawberry Fields, darting around strollers, joggers, and Rollerbladers.

It was clear where Adele's body was. The vultures were already circling. And by vultures, I mean press.

I elbowed through a group of Korean tourists wielding their camera phones and wedged open a sight line to the famous mosaic with the word Imagine set into the middle of a triangulated path.

Adele Church's body was right there, at dead center.

The blurry photo on Harry's phone had in no way prepared me for the reality. Adele was lying on her back as if she'd fallen from the sky. Black bullet holes had punched through her chest and stomach, and her white-and-pink plaid coat was drenched with blood. I was close enough to read Adele's expression as stark disbelief even as her wide-open blue eyes went dull from death.

Bile rose up in the back of my throat, bringing tears to my eyes. I turned to Harry and pressed my face into his shoulder, biting down hard on my lip as I tried not to cry.

This was one of those moments. One of those moments when I would have given anything not to feel. I couldn't wrap my brain around why anyone would want to kill sweet, totally innocuous Adele. I wanted to strangle every member of the growing crowd of tourists who were angling to get a better view of her poor broken body.

Most of all I wanted to scream at her to just get up. That this couldn't have happened. Not to someone I knew. Not to someone our age.

Not to one of the very few people at school who were occasionally nice to me.

"Take a breath, Tandy," Harry whispered, which was odd, considering he was usually the one on the verge of a nervous breakdown, not me. "Focus on something else. What do you think happened to her?"

Harry knew me so well. Piecing together evidence would focus me. It would make me feel like there was something I could do. I was all about productivity.

I turned to look at the body, trying to force myself into cool indifference, and drilled down deep into my analytic left brain.

"There's a lot of blood," I said under my breath. "She didn't die instantly. Three shots and her heart was still pumping after at least two of them. She knew what was happening. She knew she was—"

I paused and cleared my throat. I didn't want to go there.

"I wonder if she saw the shooter."

Harry frowned ponderously. He was about to ask me something when police sirens blew in bursts, startling everyone. The crowd separated as cruisers and unmarked cars streamed onto the scene of the crime. When the first cops to arrive got out of their gray Chevy, I froze. It was Sergeant Capricorn Caputo and his partner, Detective Ryan Hayes—the two cops who had been first on the scene of my parents' deaths.

Sergeant Caputo was tall and gangly, with a severe jawline, slick black hair, and an all-black wardrobe. Plus he was a total ass. He prided himself on being the tough guy, and his behavior could skew anywhere from rude to downright mean. Still, if you were as observant as I was, you might notice the checkered socks showing under the cuffs of his pants, which took the edge off his hard-core persona. While Detective Caputo was a general pain, he was focused. He lived his job.

His partner, Detective Hayes, was the opposite: a solid man, competent and kind, the sort of guy who put you totally at ease. Hayes was a good soul, and I was glad he would be on Adele's case, too. Even though, technically, he hadn't solved our parents' "murders."

I had.

"Sergeant Caputo!" I called.

He spotted me and narrowed his beady eyes, never taking them off my face as he picked his way carefully around Adele's body. "You're under arrest, Taffy."

Caputo had no problem remembering my name, but he loved to mess with me.

"Wow. Still going with that joke, huh? It stopped being funny about three months ago."

His gaze flicked over Harry, then back at me. "Please. You don't have a single funny bone in your entire skinny body."

I sighed. "So do you want to know what's going on here, or do you want to waste some more time coming up with lame nicknames?"

"You know this girl?" he asked, interested.

"Her name is Adele Church," I told him.

"We went to school with her," Harry added.

"What else do you know about Miss Church?" Caputo asked, flipping open his notebook and scribbling down her name.

"She was a sweet person," I said. "She lived up on Seventy-Ninth, I think. Her older brother graduated last year."

"She played the flute," said Harry. "And pretty much kicked ass in sociology."

"Any idea why someone would want to hurt her?" Caputo asked.

We heard more sirens with deeper whooping sounds as the coroner's van arrived. More cops were getting out of cruisers, stringing a yellow-tape perimeter around the body and shooing the onlookers back.

"Everyone liked her," I said. "I think she saw her killer, though. Maybe she knew him."

Caputo's face flattened with unsuppressed scorn. "I've got no time for your amateur-night theories, Tallulah."

"You know better than that, Caputo." I gave him my card. "I want to help."

He glanced at my card and scoffed. "'Tandy Angel, Detective. Mysteries Solved. Case Closed,'" he read. "I was wrong. You're actually hilarious, T-bone." He glanced from me to Harry and pocketed the card. "Nice seeing you."

"You should call me," I shouted after him as he turned away. "Consultations are free for all clueless detectives named Caputo!"

He just kept walking.

"That man is going to break into our apartment and kill you in your sleep, you know," Harry said.

I smirked. "I'd like to see him try."


CONFESSION

I may have seemed confident to Caputo and to Harry while I was handing over my card, but I wasn't. In fact, the second my card touched Caputo's chalky, dry fingers, something inside me swooped, like the way your heart feels when you jump off a bridge with nothing but a bungee cord tied to your feet.

Because that was when I realized: Maybe I wasn't a good detective. Not anymore.

Yes, even Capricorn Caputo would have to admit that without me, the mystery of my parents' deaths might never have been solved. But that was then. When I was still full of Num, Lazr, Focus, and other secret Angel Pharmaceuticals concoctions. Now that I was off the drugs, I was feeling everything, but did I still have the sharp and rational mind of an ace detective?

My grades seemed to indicate that I did. But anyone could get straight As. Most of the kids I knew were technical geniuses, if you believe in IQ scores. Even C.P. Probably even Adele. But something had been going on lately that was starting to seriously bother me.

I was having these dreams. Dreams about James. And whenever I woke up from one of these dreams, I had a hard time figuring out whether it was really a dream, or if it was actually a memory.

That's my deepest, darkest secret, my friend. I think my mind was starting to play tricks on me. And I had a feeling I knew who to blame. My parents. And Fern Haven. And that awful Dr. Narmond.

But that's a story for another time.

CHAPTER 3

I looked at Harry as we walked back to the Dakota. Harry and I were both dark-eyed and dark-haired, and we were fiercely loyal to each other. Two people couldn't be tighter friends and confidants than we were. Still, I wished we had that twin telepathy thing you always hear about, but we didn't. Probably because aside from the superficial physical traits and the aforementioned loyalty, we couldn't have been less alike.

Harry was quiet. He was mopey. He had this tendency to slouch. He was asthmatic, and he slept long and late every day when he could. Harry was also kind.

Yes, much to my parents' disappointment, Harry was born an emo, and even though he was a world-class pianist who could bring an audience at Lincoln Center to tears, Malcolm and Maud described him as sensitive, sentimental, and weak. He had never won a Gongo or gotten a chop, and not even a billion emotion-quashing pills had ever dimmed a single ray of his brilliance.

According to me, he got major points for that.

I was Harry's flip side. I was up at dawn. I sometimes cooked elaborate breakfasts of apricot-and-chai oatmeal and fresh-squeezed orange juice before anyone else was even stretching their arms above their heads. I lived for a complex chemistry experiment and checked over my dad's financial books for fun—at least I had, back when he let me. I was known for being high- strung, and occasionally my sharpness was interpreted as, well, rudeness. I never danced around anything when I could cut to the chase, and no one had ever called me kind.

My parents gave me major points for that.

I'd also studied forensic science as a hobby since I was about six years old and had solved every mystery I'd ever read or seen on TV since I was eight. Now I just hoped I still had that talent. That quitting the drugs hadn't taken it from me.

Harry held the gate open for me, and we slipped inside the courtyard, ignoring the camera flashes popping all around us. Instead of thinking about me or Harry or Matthew, I thought about Adele. Adele, who listened well and laughed easily. Adele, who played in the orchestra and wore pink constantly and hung photos of composers and film directors in her locker. She could have gone on to do anything, be anyone, have a great big life.

Now she would never have another day. Another minute.

Call me crazy, but I wanted—no, I needed—to do something about it. I just hoped that the new and maybe-improved drug-free me still could.

CHAPTER 4

I put my key in the lock of apartment 9G, the duplex where Harry, Hugo, and I had once lived with our parents but now suffered daily with our horrible uncle Peter until the courts decided what was to become of us. But before I turned the knob, the door opened, and a tall, dark, and drop-dead-handsome man of maybe fifty said hello.

My shoulders coiled. Stranger in my apartment equals not good. "Who are you?"

"I'm Jacob Perlman," he said calmly. "Call me Jacob. Peter has brought me in as your guardian."

Harry gave Jacob a dubious look. "I thought Uncle Peter was our guardian."

"He was. Now I am," Jacob said, his brown eyes free of guile. "Would you like to come in?"

"To our own home?" I snapped. "Sure. Thanks."

Jacob smiled slowly and stepped back to let us through. Harry, sensing that I'd flipped into set-to-pop mode, quickly disappeared down the hallway and into his room.

"Peter installed a stranger in our house to look after us?" I said, looking up at Jacob and noting the small scar near his ear, the perfect hairline, the razor-sharp shave. "Is that even legal?"

He smirked. "Tandoori, right?"

He had an accent I couldn't quite place, which was odd considering I'd been most places and spoke most languages. The wrinkles fanning out from the corners of his eyes looked like squint lines more than laugh lines. He was lean and muscular, but not like he'd been working out in a gym. More like he'd had a physically demanding life.

"Yeah, that's me," I replied. "Where's Uncle Peter?"

Jacob folded his hands in front of him. "He didn't say."

Great. So not only had he left a stranger in our house, he'd left him here alone. How was I supposed to know this guy was even who he said he was? There could be a team of ninjas hanging out in the kitchen just waiting to gut me.

Considering my family's history, it wasn't much of a stretch.

"You won't mind if I just ... give him a call," I said, angling one foot toward the still-open door.

"Feel free," Jacob said. He was so sophisticated and smooth that the UFO chandelier hovering over his head—the one that had decorated our foyer my whole life—looked suddenly out of place.

He was a man of few words. That, at least, I liked. I speed-dialed my uncle, hating with every fiber of my being that I had to consult him on anything.

Uncle Peter was my father's totally despicable brother. He was intolerant and so rude that he made me seem like Miss Manners. In fact, we all hate him and call him Uncle Pig, sometimes to his face.

Peter had moved into our house when my parents died, had taken over my sister's room, which had been strictly off-limits up to that point, and had started treating the Angel kids like the dirt under his grubby fingernails.

He picked up on the fourth ring. "Yes, Tandoori, Jacob is your new guardian. Yes, it's legal. If you'd like to see the paperwork, ask him. I'm busy."
(Continues...)


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2013

    Awesome awesome!!

    Omg, this book rocks! I always have loved whatever James Patterson comes up with, but thus takes the cake. In this thrilling sequel to Confessions Of A Murder Suspect, you are opened to the chaotic turmoil that resides in Tandy Angels heart. Revelation after revelation brings you closer and closer to this fabulous character. Her intelect goes beyond what is expected of a teenage girl, even one as brave as Maximum Ride and as intense as Wisty Allgood. Patterson reveals to us once agaik his superior talent as an author and gives us a new heroine to love! I highly recommend that you READ THIS BOOK!

    17 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 13, 2013

    This book is awesome. You wont be able to put it down. It is lik

    This book is awesome. You wont be able to put it down. It is like a mashup of Nancy Drew, Castle, Law and Order, Gossip Girl, and the Pacifier. I am very picky when it comes to books. I find it hard for the author to grasp my attention and pull me in but this book was amazing. I could not put it down and you wont be able to either. I grew up going to private school and found myself fantasizing about being Tandy. This book is amazing. If you aren't one to buy books, go and read the first 5 chapters. I guarantee you will end up on chapter 23 and looking at a clock wondering where the time went.

    10 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 10, 2013

    more from this reviewer

    Reviewed by Stephen Brayton for Readers' Favorite Three months

    Reviewed by Stephen Brayton for Readers' Favorite

    Three months ago, amateur sleuth Tandy Angel solved the murder of her parents. Now, a few months free of the mood altering drugs she'd been forced to take by her father, she is faced with other problems. Her older brother, the football hero, is in jail for murder. A new strict guardian has entered the household. Private high school students are being murdered. Tandy's memory of Jake Rampling, a past love who mysteriously disappeared, is returning to haunt her. Plus, there are venomous creatures crawling and slithering around Tandy's apartment building. Plagued by memories of Jake, both false and true, Tandy sets her mind to solving all of the crises in her life.

    Written in first person from Tandy's POV, this story is divided into parts with Patterson's typical short chapters. Tandy's narration is somewhat like an oral or written report at times to a close friend (the reader), especially when she offers several 'confessions.' I know Patterson has sort of a bad rap with some but I don't care. I still like his style and his mysteries. They're fast-paced, action-packed, and don't load you up with a lot of scientific or technical jargon. Familiar with the Cross, the Private, and the Women's Murder Club series, I tend to look carefully at any new series or stand-alone books. Usually I'm not disappointed. This could be considered a young adult or older teen type of story. I think there is one mild swear word. I'm usually not a fan of this genre but with Patterson, the murders, and a spunky detective, I stayed interested and enjoyed it.

    6 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2013

    Best book ever

    This book is so good in am not a big reader but this book is awesome so i read it like 18 times it is so good i am getting number 2 and then the movie thats how good the book is i love it and so do my kids

    6 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 13, 2013

    recommend

    I love reading Patterson's books, he holds your interest & most books you don't want to put down. if you've never read his books, buy some your in for a treat. I've read every book he's written

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2013

    Sample of book.

    When I read the sample of this book. I was excited about reading it!!!!!!! I really reccomend this book. I bet it will be good !!!!!!!!!!

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2013

    James Patterson

    A must read

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2014

    Brad

    Lets a go

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2013

    CONFUSING!!!!!!!!!!!

    How do you do that thing where the question mark is in a rectangle? If you know how, what does it mean?! I have already seen five of those in this book. To be fair, I haven't gotten that far.

    3 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 19, 2014

    After the disappointment of James Patterson's Wizard series, I w

    After the disappointment of James Patterson's Wizard series, I was hesitant to read this book and the first book about Tandoori Angel and her family. However, I really LOVED all of Patterson's Maximum Ride books, so decided to give this series a chance. I'm very glad I did! Though, I don't think the Angel kids are what one would normally come in contact with in the real world, it worked for the book. The different twists and turns and the way Patterson was able to write this story in a way you couldn't figure out what would come next, kept me turning the pages until I finished it two days after starting the book! I would definitely recommend this book to others!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2014

    It was good.

    I am a big fan of all his books. As I started reading I was intrigued, but then I got bored. In my opinion, he wanted to add to many mysteries in one book. When they finally got resolved, it was to fast. If he was going to do more than one mystery, he should have added more details. When the first mystery was solved, I was like "wow she couldn't figure that out from the beginning." However, forget all the little details. If it wasn't a good book, I wouldn't have finished it. It is an interesting book. I would reccomend it to people who LOVE solving mysteries.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2013

    Hey it good

    It is good

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 12, 2013

    Jadabelle2000@yahoo.com

    Add me please! :)

    2 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2014

    Hummm

    I loved it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2014

    Nawww

    Not for your entertainment.....

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 6, 2014

    Here is an honest review

    This book is everything you would want in a good book. It has multiple mysteries going on at once to keep the reader interested at all times. Just when it seems like things are getting boring the book picks right back up. Highly recommend this it is a must read!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2014

    A raise a glass to the writer

    It best book i ever read besides the first one

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2014

    Ashton

    Lays curled up in a ball

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2013

    Me

    Love it!!!! Never knew what was coming next!!!!!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2013

    not good

    Tried two books recently that James Patterson has put his name on and both have been poorly written and less than interesting story lines. He should be reading them before putting his name on them.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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