Kiki Strike: Inside the Shadow City [NOOK Book]


"If Harry Potter lived in New York City, he'd have a mad crush on fourteen-year-old Kiki Strike." -Vanity Fair

There's a secret part of New York City that no one knows about. It's protected by a mysterious group of girls known as the Irregulars, led by the alluring Kiki Strike.

Inside the Shadow City introduces us to Ananka Fishbein, a regular girl whose life becomes anything but after venturing underground...
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"If Harry Potter lived in New York City, he'd have a mad crush on fourteen-year-old Kiki Strike." -Vanity Fair

There's a secret part of New York City that no one knows about. It's protected by a mysterious group of girls known as the Irregulars, led by the alluring Kiki Strike.

Inside the Shadow City introduces us to Ananka Fishbein, a regular girl whose life becomes anything but after venturing underground to join Kiki Strike and her friends, the Irregulars.
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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Narrator Ananka Fishbein recounts life as sidekick to Kiki Strike, girl detective, in this deliciously entertaining debut novel. The girls meet at age 12 in a ritzy private school, when both independently discover the Shadow City-a 19th-century labyrinth of tunnels 50 feet below Manhattan's Chinatown, built to hide smuggled goods. At school, disaffected Ananka's main goal is to befriend the mysterious Kiki, whom she follows stealthily. For reasons not made clear until late in the story, Kiki recruits Ananka and four girls with talents in chemistry, forgery, disguise and mechanics for the Irregulars, a troupe to comb the underground finding gold, cash, furs, cadavers and huge, live rats. New York sophistication alone cannot account for these girls' preternatural moxie (one runs her own nail salon). Parents are conveniently absent, and there are holes in the plot as wide as the tunnels in the Shadow City. But Miller's humor and outrageous vision will carry readers over the potholes. The "tips" that end each chapter slow the pace, but will certainly amuse readers (e.g., "In particularly dangerous situations, you may want to choose fabrics, such as wool or silk, that won't easily catch on fire or melt under extreme heat"). Better still, the author's love for New York's nooks and crannies shines from every page, making this a rare adventure story that could also launch a walking tour. Ages 10-14. (June) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kiki Strike is really difficult to review. I could say that the plot, with its action and twists, is really good. I didn't really care for the plot at first being carried out by seventh graders, but younger readers might like that. But then the characters age two years during the story. I believe that the book as a whole won't appeal to the younger age group. This is supposedly the first book of a series. VOYA CODES: 3Q 3P M J (Readable without serious defects; Will appeal with pushing; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9). 2006, Bloomsbury, 380p., Ages 11 to 15.
—Deidre Oberpriller, Teen Reviewer
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-Ananka Fishbein, a seventh grader at an expensive New York City school, likens her life to "flavorless mush." But when she wakes up one Saturday morning and finds that the small park across the street has become a sinkhole, her decision to explore it transforms her existence. She meets the mysterious Kiki Strike, and subsequently the group of girls (each with a particular talent) who call themselves the Irregulars, and they embark on an adventure that involves exploring the Shadow City, a series of tunnels under Manhattan. The identity of Kiki, along with the motives of the mysterious individuals the Irregulars suspect are planning to attack the city, are the mysteries at the heart of the story. Miller pulls readers in immediately and takes them on a series of twists and turns, culminating in a thrilling climax complete with international politics and intrigue. If a 12-year-old can be a hard-boiled detective, Ananka Fishbein is one. Her narration is fresh and funny, and the author's unadorned, economical, yet descriptive style carries her character through with verve. There are deft portrayals, with personalities artfully revealed through dialogue. The chapter endings are punctuated with selections from Ananka's guidebook on "essential skills." Often placed so as to advance the story, they include "How to take advantage of being a girl." Kiki Strike celebrates the courage and daring of seemingly ordinary girls, and it will thrill those who long for adventure and excitement while they impatiently await the next installment.-Sue Giffard, Ethical Culture Fieldston School, New York City Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
An arch story of deposed princesses, Girl Scouts gone wild and the world beneath New York City. Smart, neglected Ananka pays attention, leading her to a world where preteen girls can do anything-as long as they have plenty of Village cafes for coffee and planning. Recruited by the mysterious Kiki Strike, Ananka and the Irregulars (experts in disguise, forgery, invention and chemistry culled from the Scouts) find themselves mapping the Shadow City, a remnant of old New York. Along the way, they take on Chinese gangsters and murderous royalty. Narrated eight years after the adventure begins, this is a rallying cry for the "curious" and an effective anthem of geek-girl power. Ananka peppers her narration with useful tips (from effective tailing techniques to spotting liars) reminiscent of the Worst Case Survival series. Two flaws: An imaginary branch of the New York Public Library, and Kiki turns out to be less bent on heroics and more on personal revenge. All in all, an absurdly satisfying romp for disaffected smart girl, with hints of more to come. (Fiction. YA)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781599907956
  • Publisher: Bloomsbury USA
  • Publication date: 4/10/2011
  • Series: Kiki Strike Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 27,650
  • Age range: 12 - 15 Years
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

Kirsten Miller
KIRSTEN MILLER lives in New York City where she spends her time drinking coffee, exploring the city, and writing. Kiki Strike was her first novel and was a Today Show Al Roker Book Club Pick. She is now writing a third Kiki Strike novel. 
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By Kirsten Miller BLOOMSBURY U.S.A. CHILDREN'S BOOKS Copyright © 2006 Kirsten Miller
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-58234-960-2

Chapter One The Shadow City

Until the age of twelve, I led what most people would consider an unexceptional life. My activities on an average day could be boiled down to a flavorless mush: I went to school, I came home, I took a bath, and I went to bed. Though I'm certain I didn't realize it at the time, I must have been terribly bored.

Then, early one Saturday morning, I happened to glance out my bedroom window. Across the street from my apartment building, a little park had been sucked into an enormous hole. Roughly ten feet from side to side and seemingly bottomless, the crater had swallowed two Japanese pagoda trees, an old marble birdbath, and a statue of Washington Irving. The park bench where I had sat just the day before teetered on the muddy lip of the hole.

Holes of this sort are rare in New York City, where the earth is sealed beneath a layer of asphalt, and one can go for years without catching sight of actual dirt. Ordinarily, such a spectacle would have drawn a crowd. But it was a dismal November day, and the streets were deserted. Black clouds hovered above the roofs, and a bone-chilling mist had licked every surface. In the buildings on the opposite side of the park, the windows formed a checkerboard of pulled blinds and dragon curtains. At street level, the hole was hidden from view by an ivy-covered fence that stubbornly circled what was left of the park. A delivery van with a cross-eyed dragon painted on its side sped past without even slowing, beaded toward the narrow streets of Chinatown.

Leaning out my third-story window, I noticed a peculiar bulge on the section of fence nearest the hole. An orange rope had been tied to one of the pickets, and I followed its long end with my eyes, through a row of mangled juniper bushes and over the side of the hole. As I watched, the rope began to thrash violently, and then two tiny hands and a head smeared with filth appeared. The creature to which they belonged took little time to pull itself over the edge of the pit. From a distance, it didn't appear human. Its entire body was caked in muck, and its hair was plastered to the sides of its head. When it stood upright, I could see that it was extremely short, and with nothing to guide me but my imagination, I determined it might be a highly intelligent monkey or a troll of some sort.

For a moment, the thing peered back into the hole, apparently hesitant to leave. Then it looked up at me, as if it had known all along that I would be watching at the window. Even now, six years later, I can still see its eves, which looked colorless and without expression-like those of a statue come to life. It all seemed quite sinister until the creature offered a little wave, its hand cupped in the singular style of British royalty. It jumped back into the hole, only to reemerge minutes later. Before it scampered over the fence and disappeared into the mist, I could have sworn that I saw it grin.

Looking back, it's hard to imagine what my life might have become if I hadn't thrown an old coat over my nightgown, shoved my bare feet into a pair of furry pink snow boots, and run outside for a closer look. I've found that such opportunities are few and far between. If you miss them-or like most people simply fail to recognize them-there's no guarantee that another chance will ever come your way.

* * *

At the edge of the hole, I bent down on my hands and knees and peered into the abyss. The mist had turned to an icy rain that seeped into the lining of my boots and trickled over my toes. Mud oozed between my fingers, and in one of the hundreds of dark apartments that had turned a blind eye to the scene below, a dog howled a muffled warning. The orange rope still dangled inside the hole, its knotted end slowly sinking into the mud at the bottom.

The pit itself was far larger than I had imagined, and there was little to see where the earth had given way. But the hole had opened into an underground chamber that extended off to one side, the ground above it still solidly in place. In an oddly generous gesture, the creature had left a flashlight behind. It stood upright on a table and cast a column of light that illuminated a little room, half of it destroyed by Washington Irving, the other half still perfectly intact.

To those of you who are sticklers for safety and approach life with all the caution of amateur beekeepers, I can offer no excuse for what I did then. I'll admit that a more mature human being would never have let her curiosity take control.

Thankfully, I was twelve years old and fully prepared to meet the challenge at hand.

* * *

Unaccustomed to scaling ropes in nasty weather, I slipped and landed in a puddle next to Washington Irving, who lay facedown in the mud, pinned by a pagoda tree. Wincing with pain, I used his right ear to pull myself up, then turned to face the light.

The room was in many ways remarkably clean. A few passes with a broom, and it would have been ready to receive visitors. Only a couple of clumps of earth and a shrub or two lay scattered across the floor. Four shabby tables stood awkwardly in the center, shielded by mismatched chairs. Gilded mirrors, their paint shedding piles of chips, clung to the ragged brick walls. Across from them was a makeshift bar-no more than a wooden counter backed by three shelves lined with strange bottles. I felt certain that nothing in the room had ever seen the twenty-first century-or even the twentieth, for that matter. I knew I had entered an ancient world.

I picked up the flashlight and followed a trail of tiny muddy footprints behind the bar. On the highest shelf, a lone book stood propped against a bottle. I pulled myself onto the counter and performed an acrobatic stretch to reach it. But the moment my fingers brushed the book's spine, the flashlight slipped from my grasp, shattered a bottle of foul-smelling liquid, and crashed to the floor. I shoved the book into my pocket and jumped off the bar to retrieve the flashlight.

Where the flashlight had rolled to a stop, the room's floor appeared warped, and one of the wooden boards jutted up at its end. I bent down to take a look, and on closer inspection I saw that several of the floorboards were made from a different wood than their neighbors. Near the upturned board, which I now realized was an ingeniously disguised handle, was a message written in mud. "Open me," it demanded in a straightforward fashion, so I did. Grasping the edge of the board, I pulled with all the strength I could muster, and the warped floorboards reluctantly rose to reveal another hole.

Just wide enough to accommodate the girth of a big-bellied man, the second hole had a metal ladder attached to one side that creaked as I climbed down. I descended through fifty feet of tightly packed soil and rock before I reached a door that opened onto the side of a much larger tunnel-one that ran parallel to the city street far above. As I stepped through the doorway, a surge of electricity coursed through my body as if I had hopped on the third rail of a subway track. My spine tingled, my fingers trembled, my mouth dried up, and my hair stood on end. I found myself unsure whether to laugh with delight or break into tears.

What I saw, deep beneath the streets of New York, was the kind of structure-not unlike the Empire State Building, the Egyptian pyramids, or the Great Wall of China-that leaves people speechless, their mouths hanging open. Roughly twelve feet from top to bottom, with brick walls and a ceiling of sturdy wooden beams, the tunnel stretched in two directions until both ends curved out of sight and disappeared into the darkness. I counted at least a dozen doors lining the walls, each door a different color and style.

Just as I reached for a crystal doorknob, I heard voices echoing in the room above and the thud of heavy work boots on the wooden floor. I suppose an ordinary response might have been to hide, but something told me that the trapdoor I had come through should never be discovered. I scrambled back up the ladder to the first room, closed the trapdoor behind me, and rubbed out the message written in mud.

Peeking over the edge of the bar, I saw two city workers in fluorescent orange safety vests standing awestruck in the center of the room.

"Ever seen anything like this before?" asked the larger of the two men.

"Nope," said the other after a long pause. "Not me, but back when I was a kid and my dad worked for the city, he told me a story I could never get out of my head. He said these guys were putting in pipes to one of the skyscrapers that went up near Chinatown about twenty years back. They were tunneling about fifty feet down when all of the sudden they broke into an open space. Can you believe it? An open space fifty feet underground?"

"Was it a subway tunnel?"

"Nah, they were deeper than the subway. There isn't supposed to be anything that far down around Chinatown."

"Well, what was it?"

"It was a room like this one-but bigger, a lot bigger. And it was done up like some kind of fancy Chinese bedroom, with straw mats on the floor and pillows all over the place. My dad said there were these weird silk screens with little dragons painted all over them."

"Was there somebody hiding down there?"

"No. That was the strange part. They could never find an entrance to the place."

"What do you mean they couldn't find an entrance?"

"I mean there was no door, no way for people to get inside. It was just a room, fifty feet underground, with no door."

"Uh," grunted the other, unimpressed. "So what happened to it?"

"Nothing. They had to take the pipes around it. My guess is it's still down there somewhere. When I was a kid, I tried to get my dad to let me dig for it."

"What do you think they're gonna do with this one?"

"Fill it in, I'd bet. It's too dangerous. Some dumb kid'd probably fall in and get himself killed."

"Well, if they're just gonna fill it in, I better take a souvenir," said the fat man.

The other man laughed. "What do you want, a chair?"

"No, I'd settle for one of those bottles," the large man announced, stomping over to the bar, the floorboards groaning beneath his weight.

I crouched in the corner of the bar, knowing I was destined for discovery. So as the fat man rounded the corner and reached for a blue bottle, I stood up and said hello. I don't think I realized just how filthy I was or how unusual my appearance had become, because the last thing I expected was to hear the man squeal like a wounded piglet. He dropped the bottle and ran across the room toward the opening of the hole. His partner stood back in shock as the fat man tried to pull his mammoth body up the rope.

"What do you think you're doing?" the partner asked as it became ridiculously clear that his friend would never make it to the safety of the street.

"I just saw the devil!" the fat man gasped.

"Have you gone nuts?" demanded the thinner man, now thoroughly annoyed.

"Go look if you don't believe me," the other insisted. Again I heard footsteps in my direction, and soon a flashlight was shining into my eyes. A look of terror mangled the thin man's face.

"Would you mind pointing that elsewhere?" I asked politely.

"George, get back here," called the man. "It's not the devil, you dolt. I think it's a girl." He bent down to study my face. "If you are a girl, I can tell you one thing for sure. You're in a whole lotta trouble."

Two burly, bad-tempered policemen pulled me out of the pit. Construction workers were already building a tall plywood fence around the park, shielding it from the eyes of the curious. On the surface, I was barraged with questions. Who was I? What did I think I was doing down there? Didn't I know I could have been seriously injured? What kind of girl was I? Did I know how mad my parents would be? What was their phone number?

Years of watching crime shows on television had taught me how to handle such situations, and I refused to give them any information. Instead, I played dumb, and eventually one of the policemen gave me a roll of paper towels and told me to clean myself off and wait in the back of his squad car. I was only malting things worse for myself, he insisted, but I knew better than that.

I've always found that one of the biggest benefits of being a girl is that most people refuse to take you seriously. While boys must be constantly monitored and are always the first suspects when anything goes wrong, everyone expects girls to do what they're told. It may seem a little insulting at first, but low expectations can he a blessing in disguise. If you're smart, you can use people's foolishness to your own advantage. It's amazing what you can get away with when no one bothers watching.

As soon as I began scraping the mud from my arms and legs, I noticed the policemen's attention beginning to drift. A few minutes later, one walked to the edge of the hole to monitor the progress while the other directed a stream of traffic around a backhoe that was uprooting the park's little fence. When the backhoe pulled into the road, the poor fence gripped in its teeth like a limp and wounded snake, I was temporarily shielded from view. I simply sprinted across the street and up the stairs to my apartment.

* * *

Saturday mornings, my parents rarely woke before noon. Always an early riser, I would use those precious hours to devise my own entertainment. After a well-balanced breakfast of pudding or pie, I'd settle down to watch R-rated movies on a temperamental television set that had come into the world long before I had. Occasionally, just for laughs, I'd move the furniture and play a quick game of handball against the living room walls.

I had tested the limits and determined that nothing short of fireworks and a marching band would bring my parents shuffling out of their bedroom before midday. So as I opened the door to my apartment, a filthy fugitive from justice, I felt perfectly confident that I was in the clear. I stripped out of my muddy clothing at the door and tiptoed to the bathroom. There, I wrapped the clothes in a pillowcase, intending to take them to the basement laundry room as soon as I had showered. I dropped the bundle into the hamper, where it landed on the bottom with an unusually heavy thump. That's when I remembered the book.

As I thumbed through its pages, I could tell it was no ordinary book. Entitled Glimpses of Gotham, it appeared at first to be a guidebook to the city of New York in 1866. But instead of listing historic sites or four-star restaurants, it guided its readers through the "darker side" of the city. The author, a man by the name of Pearcy Leake III, had gone to great pains to visit every slum, saloon, and gambling parlor in lower Manhattan.

He described in thrilling detail huge "bear baiting" pits dug into the basements of waterfront saloons, in which bears and dogs would fight to the bloody end, cheered by scoundrels and outlaws of every conceivable type. He wrote about the opium dens in Chinatown, where men and women lounged for days on dirty mats, lost in their narcotic comas. He even told of an evening he had spent trapped in the second-floor gambling parlor of a run-down mansion after a herd of angry pigs had seized the ground floor of the building.

Sitting on my bathroom floor, I studied Glimpses of Gotham for hours. The book's previous owners must have been equally intrigued, for the margins were crammed with the markings of numerous pens and pencils. Even the illustrations-fanciful sketches of river pirates, dance halls, and roving bands of teenage delinquents-had not escaped comment.

But it wasn't until I came across a short passage with the heading "The Shadow City" that my heart began to beat wildly.

Police raids are common in the more colorful parts of town, and gentlemen explorers may be mistaken for common criminals. However, if in the midst of your adventures, you find yourself in a bit of a spot, do not despair. Simply ask the way to the Shadow City. Almost every palace of ill reputeon the isle of Manhattan will have an entrance to the city, a network of tunnels that can serve as a handy escape route when things get hairy. And if you are not disturbed by the thought of the countless criminals who make it their home, the Shadow City also offers an excellent means of getting about when the weather aboveground is unpleasant. Be forewarned. The tunnels of the Shadow City are uncharted territory, and anyone willing to give you directions is likely to lead you astray. Many have wandered for days without finding a suitable exit to the world above. Others have never escaped.


Excerpted from KIKI STRIKE by Kirsten Miller Copyright © 2006 by Kirsten Miller. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 13, 2009


    This book is really good. The summary of the book on the back cover does not describe the book well. This book is about six girls who form a group called the Irregulars with Kiki Strike as the leader. They find an underground city and call it the Shadow City. All is well until disaster strikes. A bomb explodes near a gas pipe in the underground city, leaving a member of the group seriously injured. Kiki disappears and the Irregulars never see her again. Or do they?
    Kiki Strike is suspensful, mysterious, hilarious, thrilling, and my favorite book ever. You have to read this book!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 3, 2010

    I Also Recommend:


    This book is excellent, and I almost NEVER READ IT. This would have been, to put it lightly, a tragedy. Kiki Strike is a mystery and adventure with an archaeological twist and urban feel. It is smart, sleek and exciting, just like its main character. It has the potential to be an interesting read to just about anyone, regardless of age. If the book jacket leads you to believe that this is a juvenile or silly story, ignore it and just start reading, because the plot summary nearly led me to pass over this book. I cannot stress how much I wish there were more books like this one.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 10, 2009

    Funny, Absorbing Read

    Kiki Strike: Inside the Shadow city surprises me with how unrealistic, yet realistic it is. For example the things the deliquent girl scouts can do (which I won't give away), can be unlikely, but the way the author writes, which her convincing, and confident tone, makes it seem normal, yet extrodinary! At times this book made me laugh out loud, yet at other times I find it amazing the way everything has a connection in the end! It's wonderful. I highly recommend this book for all ages!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2009

    Fantastic book!!!!!!

    I absolutely loved this book. The storyline had so many twists and turns that is was so exciting to read. I recommend this book to any girl who loves adventures or mysteries or... I cant even book this book in a genre cause it had so many elements. Just read the book and you wont be disappointed.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 17, 2008


    I loved this book i have read it ten times. i have also read the second book ten times. If you want a good no awesome book to read, then read this book!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2008

    A reviewer

    This book is definetly one of my favorites! It is action-packed, suspenseful, and full of details. Some days, I couldn't put the book down and was reading for hours! I loved the tips that ended each chapter. I thought the characters were very well developed, and I could perfectly visualize every scene. I liked how you didn't really know what to think of Kiki, if she was a dangerous assasin or just a brave, teen superspy. Even though an event like described in the book probably wouldn't happen, the author did a very good job of making it as realistic as possible. All the scenes in the story interweaved to create a complicated plot, and you never knew what would happen next!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    Kiki Strike ROCKS!!!

    Kiki Strike is the best book ever. I say the second book is awesome too........So read both Kiki Strike and The empress' tomb! and read them in order! i made that mistake...

    READ IT!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2008

    Kiki Strike awesom

    Ok so it was really boaring at first but it got soooooooo good i loved it! I would defantly recommend this book to anyone!!!!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2008

    Awesome novel for a rainy day ^ ^

    Although im nearly an adult, and this book is targeted towards 13yrs, its possibly one of the most awesome books i've ever read. like, if you're bored, or want to preoccupy yourself on a rainy day, you might as well immerse yourself in this highly-adventurous, hilarious, action-packed story. Its emotional--hilarious--passionate-- it has everything from teenage rebellion to kick-butting solving crimes action. Simply ingenious ^ ^

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2008


    omg this is the best book i have EVER read!!! anybody would like this book. pleeez buy it!!! its the only thing i did for like a week.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2014

    Alright, It's There

    I wanted to tell you the book is showing up now, all the pages. I had to power off my Nook first. Now, I think it's all there.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2014

    You should read

    It was very boring at first, so boring that I just couldn't take it so I put it down for two months and came back. The further you read, the more exciting it gets. After that I just couldn't put the book down. I definitely do not regret reading it

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2014

    To the person who thinks one direction is so great

    Sorry but they're not. Not being a hater, but they're just ...not.
    Yes. This book is amazing and people shoul totally read it. It was a litte slow in the beginning but picked up the pace later on.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2013

    Great book

    I love this book. It keeps you hooked andthe ending is amazing

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2012

    I love Kiki

    This book is an amazing entertaining reminds you you should really never trust anyone, just the ones who are not to be dont trust me!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2012


    I read this book when i was 12 and loved it. Perfect balance of mystery and humor. Overal great

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2012

    A review that consists mostly of pauses and uncertanity

    Awesome characters...Captivating plot (in my opinion but not necessarily other people's)...Interesting setting--I think
    Honestly, I've no idea why I am writing this review when all I can remember are mere shreds of the actual plot (which I do recall being quite good). I reccomend reading this on a rainy day!
    I don't currently inhabit a damp, rainy, place at the moment (something that i hope to change in the semi-distant future) and have absolutely no idea if reading this while it rains will make this book more interesting, however, I do know that reading this book under a tree or a metal pole in the middle of a lightning storm would be very unwise indeed.

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  • Posted February 16, 2012

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    Some books can be described as noir films, others are color movies. This one is definitely a cartoon.

    At first I was hard pressed to say that I enjoyed this book because it was a struggle to finish it. Looking back I can now say that I did like and look forward to reading the next Kiki Strike book because I think the series can only improve with time.

    Kiki Strike: Inside the Shadow City is Kirsten Miller's first novel. It follows Ananka Fishbein, a New York native, as she discovers a sink hole in her neighborhood when she is twelve. Not one to miss out on a good adventure, Ananka decides to investigate. In the hole she finds a hidden underground city and Kiki Strike, girl spy extraordinaire.

    Spy that she is, Kiki disappears before Ananka can find out who she is. Luckily, Kiki stands out in a crowd thanks to her small size, pale skin, and blonde-white hair. Eventually the girls meet up again and Kiki begins to assemble a band of reject Girl Scouts to map the shadow city (note the title). The girls that Kiki finds are not what could be called realistic characters. In addition to a girl spy, Miller introduces girl master-forger, chemist, and master of disguise. In other words, this is one of those novels that really does require a willing suspension of disbelief. Probable or not, the girls definitely kick butt. Here's a set of girl-power-embodying characters without all the messy contradictions common to the girl power feminist movement.

    The first hundred pages or so is set up for the actual plot. At this point the narrator (Ananka) is 12 but still sounds like an annoying grandmother talking down to the readers--a fact that I found particularly annoying even if Ananka does offer some useful advice at the end of each chapter (how to be a master of disguise, how to avoid being followed, etc.) The story gets interesting around 150 pages in, which would be too late if the last half of the book wasn't so good.

    Some books can be described as noir films, others are color movies. This one is definitely a cartoon. But a really well-animated, thoughtful cartoon. It's silly, but in this case that isn't a bad thing.

    Despite my misgivings, the story is interesting (especially after the set up phase) and Ananka becomes significantly less irritating when the narrative catches up to the present time of the story. It's a good book for girls who are trying to break away from the damsel in distress formula common to traditional fairy tales.

    Some parts had me laughing out loud. Some parts were written down for future reference. In this book it seemed like Miller was still trying to define her writing voice, so hopefully things will only get better in the next installment.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2012

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  • Posted September 17, 2011


    This is actually one of my favorite books. Its full of secrets and suprises, i strongly recommend it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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