How Nancy Drew Saved My Life [NOOK Book]

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Broken, smashed and stomped in the mud

That's how Charlotte Bell's heart ended up the last time she let her emotions heat up on a nanny assignment. So taking a new position in frigid Iceland, working for Ambassador Edgar Rawlings, might be just what Charlotte needs in order to heal up--and chill out. This time, she's determined to be intrepid and courageous. She's even read all fifty-six original Nancy Drew books in preparation. Unfortunately, she's neglected to find out ...

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Overview

Broken, smashed and stomped in the mud

That's how Charlotte Bell's heart ended up the last time she let her emotions heat up on a nanny assignment. So taking a new position in frigid Iceland, working for Ambassador Edgar Rawlings, might be just what Charlotte needs in order to heal up--and chill out. This time, she's determined to be intrepid and courageous. She's even read all fifty-six original Nancy Drew books in preparation. Unfortunately, she's neglected to find out anything about Iceland or to look into the background of her oddly compelling employer. When Charlotte stumbles onto the trail of a mystery that only she can solve, she'll need every shred of Nancy's wisdom to keep her life--and her heart--safe!

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459246379
  • Publisher: Red Dress Ink
  • Publication date: 6/15/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Sales rank: 731,350
  • File size: 470 KB

Meet the Author

Lauren Baratz-Logsted is the author of many adult books, including the international bestseller The Thin Pink Line. This is her first book for teens. She lives with her family in Danbury, Connecticut.

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You know, none of this ever would have happened, were it not for that Maureen Dowd column in the New York Times. After all, it's not like grown women over the age of twenty think very much about Nancy Drew, is it? Besides which,as a young girl,I'd not been much of a Nancy Drew fan. Sure, I'd seen the shelves of her books in the libraries and bookstores I frequented whenever I got the chance,but she'd seemed so other-timely,outdated,so retro in a way that would never be fashionable again.

At least that's what I thought.

Anyway, the article had one of those oblique angles, as these things so often do, but it was generally about Iraq and the Osama bin Laden Presidential Daily Briefings. The tiein with Nancy Drew was that we really needed someone brash and intrepid like her involved, and questioned where all the brash and intrepid people had gone.

As for me, at the age of twenty-three, I no longer felt brash and intrepid, since events had conspired to rob me of those feelings.

I had committed the cardinal sin of many a young woman before me, something Nancy Drew would never do: I had fallen in love with a married man--named Buster, no less; with two kids,no more.I know it was a foolish thing to do, inexcusable, too, and I know it sounds lame to say he made me fall in love with him.

Except that's the truth.

I would have been content to admire him from afar, but he drew me in,came at me like a freight train,convinced me his wife neither loved nor understood him and they hadn't had sex in forever--I can hear you laughing at me now!--and I was the only woman he'd ever really been in love with, that no other woman had ever been as smart or as sexyor as funny or as wonderful and nothing better had ever happened to him in his life than loving me. He convinced me it would be a crime against the universe were we not to reach for this rare chance so few people ever know in this life: to be with someone,not because both parties are settling or desperate or fooling themselves,but because all the crossed stars in the firmament had deemed it should be so.

And I fell for it.

He was like a master glassmaker, building a floor underneath me, sheet by sheet of perfect glass, laid one next to the other like the most sparking tile in the world. And he led me out to the center of that amazing floor, had me stand right in the middle waiting for my Cinderella moment. But before I got my chance to dance with the prince, the craftsmanship turned into a game of Don't Break the Ice. You know the game, where you take turns using little red and green plastic mallets to knock the cubes of white plastic ice one by one through the red plastic frame until one poor sucker dislodges the catastrophic piece that sends the little red plastic figurine at the center thudding through to the floor. Well, it was just like that, with me playing the part of the little red plastic figurine.

Only it was so much worse.

Buster got me right where he wanted me, out on that amazingly gorgeous crystal dance floor, constructed solely for me, and then he began smashing those glass tiles he'd made for me,one by one,until at last I fell through the floor, flaying my skin, shredding my soul and breaking my heart in the process.

I had always believed there are keys to the inner workings of every person alive. When love is wrong or insufficient, people jealously guard those keys, preferring to play games instead, making the other person guess at what is required, knowing the other person will fail miserably. When love is right,good,you gladly hand over the keys; you trust, and let the other person know exactly what makes you tick, for good or ill. I gave Buster so many of my keys, I let him inside me.I thought I had his keys,too,and he just ransacked the whole fucking place, like the Grinch paying a call on Cindy Lou Who the night before Christmas, and left me with no more than some picture-hanging wire and a few nails sticking out of the walls. I should have seen it coming, but still...how could he do that to me? How could he do that to me in the way in which he did it?

I could go into all the gory details, but why bother? These stories always end the same. Suffice it to say, I was the only one destroyed, certainly not Buster.

I don't think his wife ever knew.

I sincerely hope she did not. Not that she was any great shakes as a human being herself.

I'll tell you one thing for damn certain: Nancy Drew never would have fallen in love with a married man.

In the wake of my bust-up with Buster, I moved temporarily back in with my aunt Bea and her three kids. It wasn't so much that I wanted to be there, and it was sure as rain that the four of them didn't particularly want me back there, but I was feeling too emotionally fragile to strike out on my own right away. Plus, for one thing, my exit from Buster's household had been too abrupt for me to find something right away--slim chance to find a decent apartment in New York City on the same day as one starts looking. Two, I didn't intend the situation to be permanent, just long enough until I could make up my mind and clearly decide what to do next. Three,last but not least,despite that I had some savings from my long-ago glory as a commercial child star, it would dwindle with alarming speed if I took up residency for a few months--the optimum time needed, I figured, to recover from a major heartbreak--in a New York City hotel room.

Thus it was, in the wake of my breakup with Buster and having moved back in with my aunt, that I saw the Times article that led me to Nancy Drew. It was in that same edition of the Times that I found my next nannying position, for I had indeed been the nanny to Buster's own two kids, in his Manhattan penthouse on the Upper West Side.

The classified ad read:

WANTED!

NANNY Full-time position.

Applicants must be willing to travel to Reykjavik.

It said the job would not start for another two months, but since there had not been any other listings in the recent weeks since I'd been checking--indeed, the recession we were supposedly not having had dried up even the nanny market--I figured it was Reykjavik or bust for me. Now, if only I knew where Reykjavik was....

It is indeed possible to be widely read,as I am,and still have black holes in one's knowledge. So, although I'm a nanny by profession,my sense of geography sucks.I'd thought St.Louis was in the state of New Orleans--well, wouldn't it be better if it was, both places being great for jazz, and I used to get Las Vegas and Los Angeles mixed up on a regular basis.

Don't even get me started on where Michigan should really be.

After the part about the delayed start date, the ad listed a fax number for sending résumés.

I pulled a copy of my résumé from out of the stack in the folder on my dresser--I might not be feeling intrepid anymore, but a member of the Mary Poppins profession is always prepared--and went in search of Aunt Bea to see if she would let me use her fax machine.

Given that I'd lived in that household, a Greenwich Village town house, off and on since my father moved to Africa when I was three--more on him and my mother later--you would not think I'd still have to obtain permission for such minor things. Oh no. I'm guessing you never lived in a household like Aunt Bea's.

I found her in her king-size brass bed--nothing about Aunt Bea's desire for luxury was ever small--huddled under the frilly bedsheets, a can of SlimFast with a straw on the night table, the TV tuned to All My Children; another thing we differed on, to her unending horror, as I was a Days of Our Lives fan, born if not bred, just like my late mother.

Aunt Bea at fifty looked about ten years older than she needed to.Not that she didn't make every vain effort to look younger, at least as far as clothing choices and makeup, but she'd spent so much of her life frowning that she was as in need of Botox as a shar-pei.

But she was scared of needles.

And botulism.

I had learned over time, through many trials and a whole slew of errors, that the best way to get something out of Aunt Bea was to appeal to her sense of her own needs.Certainly, appealing to her sense of my needs hadn't gotten me anywhere.

"Excuse me?" I coughed.

"Can't you see Erica's about to have one of her big scenes?" Aunt Bea didn't even look in my direction.

It seemed to me that Erica was always having big scenes and that her big scenes were never as big as Marlena's big scenes, but what did I know?

I sucked it up and plowed on. "There're almost no want ads anymore in the Times,"I said woefully.

"But you have to get a job," she said, eyes still glued to Erica."You can't stay here forever."

"True, true."

I let that rest for a minute. Then:

"In that whole big paper today, there was only one job I'm qualified for. And you know there haven't been any other ads for nannies in weeks..."

"What job?" She looked at me sharply.

I produced the ad from behind my back, holding the résumé in reserve.

"Here," I said."But look, it's all the way in Reykjavik." I wrinkled up my nose."Do you know where Reykjavik is?" Usually,the nose-wrinkling is an affectation on my part,but not this time. "Isn't it in Yugoslavia somewhere--is Yugoslavia even still there?--or Poland? Cities in those countries always end in 'k," right?"

"Reykjavik doesn't ring any strong bells?" Aunt Bea asked.

I shook my head. "Reagan?" she prompted. "I know who he was," I admitted cautiously. "Gorbachev?" she prompted some more. "Big summit there? Reagan proposed complete disarmament and the Pentagon went crazy because, at that time, the USSR had a huge conventional military superiority over NATO and the West needed its nuclear deterrent? Still nothing?"

I shook my head. "What year was this?" I asked. "Nineteen eighty-six," she snapped, as though only a fool, or someone like me, wouldn't know the answer.

"It was kind of before my time," I said."I'm fairly certain I was still mostly preoccupied with my Little People Farmhouse back then."

"You don't know anything," she said, disgusted.

I shrugged. Maybe I didn't.

"It's in Iceland," Aunt Bea said.

Crap, Iceland sounded cold. Oh, well.

"Oh," I said."I was kind of worried you'd say that."

"You mean you asked me when you knew all along?"

"Let's just say I had my suspicions. I was kind of hoping for mainland Europe somewhere. So," I said."Iceland."

"Population one hundred and seventy thousand in Reykjavik, last time I checked," she said.

"Ah," I said."Puny."

"Whole country doesn't have more than three hundred thousand, I don't think," she said.

"You wonder why they bother," I said.

"So," she said, handing the paper back to me, "what are you planning to do about this? Reykjavik is nice and far away..."

There was that Aunt Bea gleam, the gleam of the aunt who loved me so well.

"Well, it does have a fax number for résumés here..."

"What are you waiting for?" Aunt Bea demanded. Your permission, I thought, since we both know that if I had used the fax first and asked later, no matter what the good cause, even if it had been to help starving children in theThirdWorld,you'd have done something insane like deny me hot water for a month.

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  • Posted July 19, 2012

    One of the many joys of reading is the travel destinations. For

    One of the many joys of reading is the travel destinations. For the first time ever, I got to travel to Iceland with Charlotte Bell when she accepts a nanny position with the U.S. Ambassador. Initially, this story is very vague where Charlotte is concerned. Though Charlotte was a child celebrity, she had a less than happy childhood, growing up in her Aunt’s home. She never feeling accepted and is someone who is looking for love and acceptance, usually in the wrong place. Unfortunately, she wears her heart on her sleeve and falls for the wrong guy. When she returns home after a very painful breakup, she is left to ponder her life and the choices she makes. Why can’t her life run smoothly? She begins to think she needs to be more like Nancy Drew, who never has a hair out of place and always find the answers. Charlotte even purchases every book in the Nancy Drew series to try to figure out what she needs to do.

    Charlotte accepts a nanny position with the U.S. Ambassador to Iceland and though she’s pretty confident she knows how Nancy Drew will respond in any given situation, Charlotte has no clue about the country she will be living in, the language or the people she will be interacting with. I found this part amusing.

    Upon first meeting him, I was less than impressed with Charlotte’s employer, Edgar Rawlings. Maybe it’s the fact he’s referred to as “The Master” that put me off. I did enjoy the scene when they first meet only because they don’t know who each other is. My favorite character is Annette. She comes across much wiser than her years and isn’t, at all, a brat. My biggest annoyance with this book is that Charlotte has fallen for and slept with, not one, but TWO of her employers! Charlotte has some serious Daddy issues. Charlotte’s mother died in childbirth and her father pretty much abandoned her in a loveless home while he took off to Africa to work. Nobody’s life is perfect, but why does she have to sleep with her boss?

    Once I could get past the whole integrity flaw of sleeping with her boss, I was able to enjoy the story, for the most part. Charlotte learning how to drive was amusing. In spite of her bad decisions with her love life, Charlotte is a survivor and shows a lot of determination and some fearless courage when she has to.

    The story ends with a lot of questions for me. I wish there had been more closure as to what happens with Charlotte, Edgar and Annette. If you are looking for some light summer reading and sleeping with your employers do not bother you, you could give this one a try. If you are wondering what Nancy Drew would do, check out her books instead.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2006

    This book is an amazing adventure!!!!

    This book was really good. I got it for my birthday after I was eying it in the store and my sister bought it for me. I fell in love with the histerical charecters. The story was also very sweet. The romance never stopped but made me sad at the end...funny book but I thought it would have something to do with nancy drew (thats why I was curious about it) but as it turned out, I never even noticed a 'mystery' happening but it was good none the less.........

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2006

    Not her best effort

    I wanted to like this book. I really did. However, I finally quit reading it 2/3rds of the way through. I don't know what bugged me more the formal conversations, the massive run-on sentances, the herione I didn't give a flip about or the complete lack of story line. Save your money and buy something else.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fine chick lit tale

    In Connecticut Charlotte Bell is saddened and depressed for not only falling in love with a married man, but though she knew better let Buster reel her in to a full blown affair. Her heart was destroyed once he ended it as Buster stayed with his wife who probably never knew about their liaison. All Charlotte can find work as far away from New England as possible. She applies and is hired as a full time nanny in Reykjavik before learning the city is the capital of Iceland. With the wisdom of the fifty-six Drew books (though nothing on Iceland) to guide her, Nancy make that Charlotte flies the seven hours to Iceland to be the nanny to Annette, the six years old daughter of the American Ambassador Edgar Rawlings. Charlotte immediately falls for the precocious child and not long afterward Annette¿s father who seems to hide a secret from her even as he seems to be falling in love with her. Charlotte ponders what Nancy would do though her responses to herself are more like what Nancy would not do. --- This is a fine chick lit tale that uses the wisdom of Nancy Drew to guide the heroine as she struggles with relationships. Though a one trick gimmick, Charlotte¿s asides are fun to follow because many of them refer to the teen sleuth¿s adventures so that long time favorites of the Nancy Drew series have an added pleasure. Readers will enjoy Charlotte¿s adventure in Iceland because this adult coming of age tale stars a heroine learns who she is through her analysis of what Nancy would not do. --- Harriet Klausner

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