Missing Since Monday [NOOK Book]


Maggie unearths dark family secrets after her little sister disappears in this heart-pounding mystery

When sixteen-year-old Maggie’s father and stepmother leave home for a long-overdue honeymoon, Maggie and her older brother, Mike, must take care of their four-year-old half sister, Courtenay. On Monday, Maggie puts her sister on the bus, but when Courtenay doesn’t come home...
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Maggie unearths dark family secrets after her little sister disappears in this heart-pounding mystery

When sixteen-year-old Maggie’s father and stepmother leave home for a long-overdue honeymoon, Maggie and her older brother, Mike, must take care of their four-year-old half sister, Courtenay. On Monday, Maggie puts her sister on the bus, but when Courtenay doesn’t come home that day, Maggie discovers that she never made it to school.

The police and Maggie’s terrified family begin an exhaustive search for the little girl. Meanwhile, Maggie is getting creepy phone calls and feels like she is being followed. When the police question her, Maggie learns more about why she and her brother are not allowed to see their mother. Soon after, Maggie’s mom reaches out to reunite with her kids. Is this a strange coincidence or is there a connection to Courtenay’s disappearance?

This ebook features an illustrated personal history of Ann M. Martin, including rare images from the author’s collection.

When their little sister doesn't come home from school, fifteen-year-old Maggie and her brother must face up to some deep, dark secrets about their natural mother, whom they must consider as a kidnapping suspect.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In With You and Without You, Martin wrote sensitively on the death of a parent, a plot different from the themes in her appealing Bummer Summer, Stage Fright, etc. This is the author's second novel that deals with real crises (and her first for older readers), as related by Maggie Ellis, 16. Maggie and her brother Mike care for their beloved stepsister, four-year-old Courtenay, during their parents' absence. One day, Courtenay fails to return on the school bus. The police believe the little girl is a kidnap victim, and their investigation uncovers shocking facts about the possible guilt of people in the Ellis's locale, and worse, the divorced mother of Maggie and Mike. The story is tense, gripping fare right up to the finale with this family, luckier than most who are never reunited with their missing children. Readers should memorize the author's intelligently presented guides to training little ones in safety: knowing their addresses, phone numbers, etc.; and avoiding all contact with would-be molesters. (10-up)
School Library Journal
Gr 6-9 Tenth-grade Maggie and her older brother Mike are in charge of their half-sister Courtenay while their dad and their stepmother take a long-postponed honeymoon. To their horror, four-year-old Courtenay fails to return home from preschool, and it doesn't take long for them to realize that she's the victim of kidnappingor worse. The book chronicles what happens, including the involvement of police, other agencies, and private individuals as they assemble around the grief-stricken family to help them deal with the situation and to put into effect the mechanisms to search for the missing child. There's a great deal of information concerning how a missing child search works; in fact, occasionally the weight of the information intrudes upon the novel. Despite that, however, the suspense builds steadily throughout, as readers try to determine not only what has happened to Courtenay and at whose hands, but also who is making harassing and suggestive phone calls to Maggie. One of the solutions is fairly predictable, but the other comes as a real surprise. Middle school readers, including reluctant ones, will really care what happens to Courtenay and her family. Susan F. Marcus, Pollard Middle School , Needham, Mass.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781453298077
  • Publisher: Open Road Media
  • Publication date: 4/22/2014
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 168
  • Sales rank: 668,104
  • Age range: 11 - 14 Years
  • File size: 8 MB

Meet the Author

Ann M. Martin grew up in Princeton, New Jersey. After attending Smith College, where she studied education and psychology, she became a teacher at a small elementary school in Connecticut. Martin also worked as an editor of children’s books before she began writing full time. Martin is best known for the Baby-Sitters Club series, which has sold over one hundred seventy million copies. Her novel A Corner of the Universe won a Newbery Honor in 2003. In 1990, she cofounded the Lisa Libraries, which donates new children’s books to organizations in underserved areas. Martin lives in upstate New York with her three cats.
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Missing Since Monday

By Ann M. Martin


Copyright © 1986 Ann M. Martin
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-9807-7



"HI, LEIGH! WE'RE HOME!" I called.

"Hi, honey," my stepmother answered. "I'm in my studio."

"Okay," I called back. I turned to Courtenay. "Want to go see Mommy?" I asked, closing the front door behind us.

Courtenay nodded and licked the last sticky remains of a piece of peppermint candy from her fingers. As far as she was concerned, the candy had been the high point of our late- afternoon outing. I'd taken her on a walk all the way to the elementary school playground to ride on the swings and the merry-go-round and the seesaw. Walking back, I'd given her the candy. Just one piece. It had made her day.

"Come on, Miss Messy Face," I said, smiling.

"I am not a messy-face."

"Yes, you are. Stick out your tongue."

Courtie obliged.

"It's as red as a radish," I informed her.

She giggled. "I want to show Mommy!" she cried, and ran up the stairs to the second floor of our house and into the studio where Leigh does her illustrating.

Leigh turned around as Courtie skipped in. "Hello, sweetheart! Did you have a g—What on earth?" she exclaimed.

"What?" I said. I had followed Courtenay into the studio and couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. I glanced around in search of whatever it was Leigh saw, but she was looking at Courtenay.

"What do you mean, 'what'!" repeated Leigh. "Look at your sister." (Courtenay is really my half sister, but we don't make a big thing of it.)

I glanced at her. She looked fine—just dirty enough to indicate she'd had a lot of fun that afternoon, which she had.

"She's filthy! Where did you take her?"

"I took her to the dump, Leigh," I said. "She had a fabulous time. She played in mountains of trash and rode around in a garbage truck, okay?"

"There's no need for sarcasm, Maggie. Just give me a straight answer. Is that possible?"

"I give up. Is it?" I said.

Leigh looked ready to strangle me. Courtie was glancing warily back and forth between her mother and me, trying to figure out what was going on. All she was sure of was that we were bickering again.

But for heaven's sake. Okay, so Courtie had some dirt on the knees of her pants, and a piece of grass in her hair and a little red around her mouth. She was four. What did Leigh expect? Four-year-olds get dirty. I'd be more worried if she were pristine every day. To me, dirt is a sign of fun. It's normal.

"And what's she been eating?" Leigh went on. "What did you have to eat, baby?" she asked Courtenay, in case I still wouldn't give her a straight answer.

"Candy," said Courtenay cautiously, glancing up at me.

"Candy!" cried Leigh. "Oh, Maggie. She's going to ruin her teeth before she gets to kindergarten."

"They're her baby teeth. She'll lose them even if they're cavity-free."

Leigh was determined to find fault with what I'd done. "Well, it's five o'clock. What about her dinner? Her appetite's probably ruined."

"I doubt it," I said. "She only ate one piece."

Leigh sighed heavily. She pulled Courtenay to her and gave her a hug. "Oh, baby." She rocked her back and forth.

Gag, gag.

I really love Courtie. And I love Leigh, too, I guess. After all, she'd been my stepmother for five years then, ever since I was eleven, and she'd seen my older brother, Mike, and me through some hard times. But Leigh and I had always clashed, especially over Courtenay. See, Leigh didn't quite trust me. We got off on the wrong foot and never seemed to get on the right one, at least not for long.

We had very different opinions about young children. I believe in letting them play and have fun and eat junk food every now and then and go to bed late if there's nothing important to get up for the next morning. But Leigh had overprotected Courtenay. She watched her like a hawk and practically fainted if so much as a granule of sugar went in her mouth or if she got in bed past eight o'clock. She was going to give the kid a complex.

I may get one myself. I mean, Leigh really did overreact to things. Here's how we got off on the wrong foot: I was ten years old the day we met, and after Leigh had given Mike and me each a present, she said brightly, "Well, why don't we take a walk and get to know each other?"

And I said, "No, thank you," because I'd promised my new friend Jane we would make doll clothes later that afternoon. A walk sounded like it might take up just enough time so that it would cut into the clothes-making, and I have this thing about breaking promises. But before I had a chance to explain that, Leigh began to look all hurt and resentful and suspicious. Six years later, even though we got along pretty well most of the time, that hurt and resentment and suspicion were always there, running under the surface of our relationship like a polluted current.

Furthermore, because Courtenay is Leigh's only natural child, Leigh used to be super- super-protective of her. I had never done a thing that had put Courtenay in any kind of danger, and she'd never had an accident worse than a skinned knee while I was taking care of her, but Leigh didn't trust me because of the candy and the grass stains and stuff. But really. What was Courtenay—a china doll or a child?

In a few days, Dad and Leigh were going away on their long-overdue honeymoon. They were leaving Mike and me in charge of Courtenay, but Leigh had fought long and hard to get someone older to stay with us for that week. She just didn't trust us. Luckily her mother, the unusual Mrs. Simon, was in Europe, because Mike and I would have died at the idea of having her stay with us. I mean, Mike would be in college in the fall, and I was a sophomore in high school.

So, against Leigh's better judgment, we won the right to take full care of Courtenay for a week. I was looking forward to it. I like dressing Courtenay and playing with her and taking her shopping. She's a neat little kid.

"Maggie?" Leigh's voice snapped me from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I replied dully.

"I'm sorry, honey. Let's not argue. I'll clean Courtie up and start dinner. Why don't you do your homework?"

"Okay." I grinned at Courtie, who beamed back, and I gave Leigh a peck on the cheek, glad that all seemed forgiven. Then I went to my room, but not to do my homework. I could do it after dinner. I just wanted time to be alone with my thoughts.

I closed the door softly and lay down on my bed, resting against the throw pillows Leigh had helped me to make, and thought about my family, about Leigh and my real mother.

Mike and I have lived with Dad ever since my mom took off when I was seven. They got divorced a year later. I love my mom and I know she loves Mike and me. Of course, I haven't seen her in ages, but that's just because she's such a creative person, and creative people need space. At least, some of them do. Well, Mom seems to. She's too ... too ... I don't know what. Actually, I don't really remember her, which is interesting, considering she did live with us until I was seven. Anyway, she's just one of those people who has so much energy she has to be moving and going all the time. So she travels around the country and drops Mike and me a postcard every now and then. I wish I had her energy.

The last postcard she'd sent reached me a month ago. It was postmarked California and it said: "Dear Maggie, How are you? I'm fine. I have a job as a waitress now in Beeman's Café." That surprised me, because I'd thought my mother was in Michigan taking pottery classes. I'd been writing her there for the past three months. "Be good and do what Owen tells you. Love, Mom." (Owen is Dad.)

One ironic thing is that Mike and I are the spitting image of our mother (or so we've been told). I can't tell much from the few fuzzy black-and-white photos we have here and there. At any rate, we look nothing like Courtenay and not much like Dad. Courtenay has a pixie face, brown eyes, and tawny hair. Mike and I look as Irish as shamrocks, with red hair, blue eyes, and fair complexions. And I've got enough freckles on my body to share with half the world. We look like misfits when the rest of the family is around.

Anyway, Dad married Leigh five years ago after Leigh's disastrous first marriage ended with a divorce, and one year later, Courtenay was born. The reason Dad and Leigh were going on their honeymoon five years late was that they hadn't had a decent one after they'd been married—just a weekend at an inn in Vermont. They they'd rushed back to Mike and me and their jobs, and a year later, they'd had Courtenay.

I love Dad's and Leigh's jobs, especially Leigh's. Leigh illustrates children's books. She's pretty well known. She works right out of our house in Princeton, New Jersey. And she works hard. She even put Courtenay in a special school program so that she would have enough time each day to do her work.

We have a big house, and the room on the second floor that used to be the sewing room is now Leigh's studio. It has good light and enough space for her drawing boards and easels, her paints and inks, brushes and pens, boards and rulers.

My dad is in publishing. He commutes to New York City on the train every day. He's a big- time editor at a very successful company that publishes hardcover children's books and adult books. Dad is the publisher of the children's books. He knows Judy Blume and Maurice Sendak. Once he met Roald Dahl.

I guess it's because of Dad that Mike and I are such big readers. We always have been. Dad used to bring home bags full of children's books from his office when we were little. We couldn't get enough of them. Now he just brings them home for Courtenay, since Mike and I read adult books.

My brother is very smart and very funny. I've always been drawn to a sense of humor in people. And he's a good big brother. He let me follow him around when we were little. Now that we're older, we're just good pals. And we made a lot of the same friends after we moved from our old house on Herrontown Road when Mom and Dad split up. For instance, my boyfriend is David Jacobssen. He's a year older than I am. His twin sister, Martha, is my best friend. And Mike's best friend, Andrew de Christopher, is the older brother of Jane de Christopher, who is a good friend of Martha's and mine. We all kind of hang around together.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in," I called.

The door opened and Courtie bounced into my room and flung herself on my bed. "Dinner's ready, dinner's ready!" she announced.

"Already? Is Dad home?"


I'd been daydreaming longer than I thought. Courtie climbed on my back, and I gave her a piggyback ride into the dining room.


Late that night, Courtenay's wails shattered the silence, and I jerked awake. I hoped Leigh would get up soon. If she didn't, I would.

"Mommy! ... Mommy?"

I rolled out of bed and stumbled across my room to the door, not bothering to turn on a light. Courtenay was crying hard. She must have been either sick or hurt.

I thrust open the door to her room and switched on the Three Little Kittens lamp on her dresser.

"Courtie?" I asked softly.

She lay on her bed in a wild mess of sheets and blankets. Her hair was drenched with sweat.

I put my hand on her forehead. "Courtenay, what's wrong? Are you sick?" She felt warm but not feverish.

"It's back," she sobbed. "It's under my bed right now. Pull your feet up, Maggie. Pull your feet up."

I obeyed. "What's under the bed?"

"The red mitten."

Oh, no. Not that old nightmare. "The red mitten that snores?" I asked.

"Yes, yes!"

I gathered Courtenay in my arms and held her. "That's just a dream, a bad dream," I reminded her. Courtie hadn't dreamed about the red mitten that snores in months. We thought she'd finally outgrown it. "Remember what we said about bad dreams?"

"They're not real," replied Courtenay automatically, brushing her tears from her damp face. "But the red mitten that snores is down there. It's under my bed."

"No, it's not. I'll show you," I replied.

I was on my hands and knees with my head under Courtenay's bed when Leigh finally came in.

"Mommy!" cried Courtie. "It's back." Fresh tears started to fall.

I withdrew my head and looked up at Leigh. "The red mitten that snores," I said flatly.

"Oh, baby," murmured Leigh. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed and took Courtenay into her lap. She rocked her back and forth, back and forth. After a few moments, Leigh signaled me that Courtie was already falling asleep, so I tiptoed out of the room and back into my own bed.

I looked at my watch. Two-thirty. I really should go back to sleep soon or I'd be a basket case at school tomorrow, I thought, but I was avoiding nightmares of my own. I had them pretty often, more often than Courtenay did. I knew they weren't real, I knew they wouldn't hurt me, but they still scared me to death. Sometimes, if I fought sleep until my eyes were heavy and my head was fuzzy, I would fall into such an exhausted sleep that I would be too tired for nightmares. That was just what I did on the red-mitten night.


On Our Own

TWO MORNINGS LATER, DAD and Leigh left on their long-awaited honeymoon. They were spending it on the island of Saint Barthélemy in the Caribbean. To get there, they had to drive to Newark Airport, park their car, take a plane to Miami, Florida, and then to the island of Saint Martin, and finally take a boat to Saint Bart's (as it's called). It was going to be a long trip, and Leigh said she'd probably be airsick or seasick or both.

Dad and Leigh left at six o'clock in the morning, so Mike and I were in charge of Courtenay from the time she woke up.

"I'll dress her this morning," I said to Mike, "and you start breakfast. We can switch chores every day."

I looked in Courtenay's closet and chose one of her new outfits—baggy lavender pants with cuffs at the ankles, and a pink-and-lavender striped sweatshirt.

"What shall we do with your hair today?" I asked Courtenay.

Courtenay has very pretty hair—thick and tawny, and just long enough for braids or ponytails.

"One big braid!" said Courtenay.

"Okay. Coming up."

Courtenay giggled. Then stopped. She tried to turn around and tried to look at me as I stood behind her, working on her hair.

"Face forward, Courtie," I told her. "Otherwise your braid will be crooked."

"But where're Mommy and Daddy?" she wanted to know.

"They've gone on a trip. Remember?"

"Yeah," said Courtenay uncertainly.

"And Mike and I are going to take care of you, right?"


By the time Courtenay and I came downstairs, Mike had breakfast ready. And what a breakfast! When he gets a chance to cook, he really goes to it. I hate to cook. My idea of cooking is opening a can of soup and defrosting frozen vegetables. Toast is about all I can manage for breakfast. But Mike had made pancakes and bacon, fresh orange juice, coffee for himself and me, and hot chocolate for Courtenay.

"Oh, yum-yum-yum!" she exclaimed. I felt the same way.

As we ate our breakfast, I began playing the Lost Game with Courtenay. "Okay, Courtie. Let's pretend."

"Goody," she said. "I'm lost, right?"

"Right. What's the first thing you do?"

"Look for a policeman."

"Yay! One point! And if you can't find a policeman, do you tell just any adult?"


"Yay! Another point. What do you look for instead?"

"A telephone!"

"Yay! Another point. How many is that?" I asked Mike.

"Three," he replied. "Okay, now for the big one. What's your phone number?"

Courtenay took a deep breath and began singing the song we'd taught her. "Five-one-nine-five-five-five-two-eight-three-six. That's my phone number, that's my phone number!" We had taught her how to use both a dial phone and a push-button phone.

"All right! That gets you five points, for a total of eight. Now, Jay," said Mike to an imaginary announcer, "tell our contestant what we have behind the curtain ... That's right, it's a new washer-dryer with a special blender attachment. A surprise package chosen especially for you, worth ... over one thousand dollars!"

The game went on. Mike and I ran through every thing we thought Courtenay should know about being on her own in the big, bad world: who to trust, who not to trust, what to do if somebody wanted to give her candy, touch her, take her for a ride....

And that was one of the big problems between Leigh and me. Leigh was incensed that I had started the Lost Game. She thought it would scare Courtenay, and all Leigh wanted to do was protect her.

"But I'm protecting her, too," I argued one day. "Did you see that TV show last night? The one about child abuse and missing kids? Every day little kids are stolen or molested or—"

"Maggie! Enough!" Leigh had exclaimed. "That kind of thing does not happen around here. Not in little Princeton. All we have to do is keep an eye on Courtenay, not scare her to death with foolish thoughts about strangers or getting lost. Now stop."

I didn't stop, though. I just didn't do it in front of Leigh anymore. But Leigh knew it went on anyway, and it made her pretty angry.

At that moment the phone rang. I answered it and my heart leaped. It was David!

"Listen," he said, "are you free tomorrow night? You want to go to a movie?"

"I'd love to. Let me see what Mike's doing." I covered the mouthpiece of the phone. "Mike?" I asked. "What are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Oh, Courtenay and I are going to sit around, play some poker, have a couple of beers, maybe smoke a good cigar—"


Excerpted from Missing Since Monday by Ann M. Martin. Copyright © 1986 Ann M. Martin. Excerpted by permission of OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents


1. Leigh,
2. On Our Own,
3. The Weekend,
4. Missing,
5. Questions,
6. Bleak Tuesday,
7. Secrets,
8. On the Air,
9. Wednesday,
10. Wednesday Night,
11. Search for the Children,
12. The Body in the Woods,
13. The Search Continues,
14. Going Nowhere Fast,
15. Caught!,
16. The Return of Jessica Ellis,
17. Mom,
18. Together Again,
19. Afterward,
A Personal History by Ann M. Martin,

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 18, 2009

    Missing Since Monday

    Missing since monday is about a 15 year old girl who, one day let her 4 year old step-sister get on the bus, but she didn't return. the little girl was missing! The police asked the bus driver, her principal, and her parents, and her step-mom, if they knew where she was. Nobody could find her at all! Her mom cried day and night, because her baby girl was missing, and she didnt want her to get hurt.
    The 4 year old girl, and her sister had a very close bond. They also had a brother who was in high school. The little 4 year old was a step-child. The other two are not step-children, because they had different moms. Their dad got devorced to the 1st wife because they got in alot of fights. The step-mom is the missing childs mom.
    When the little girl gets lost they set out a search party. The police and a lot of high school kids helped look for her. There was at least 150 kids to help. There were cops roaming the streets everyday to find her. There was nonstop looking for her for weeks, untill she was found with the dads 1st wife. (she smelled of wet dipers and rotted food.)
    The importance about this book is that you need to always watch out for your kids. You need to watch them get on and off the bus, outside, or when your in any kind of building. You dont need to leave your kids anywhere unatended. If you do you'll need to call a babysitter. Make sure its someone you can trust if you do call a babysitter.
    I once read a book that was like this, I cant remember perfectly what it was called, but i think it was called the stolen kid or something like that. It was about a teen who was in the woods and she got kiddnaped, it took a long time to find her. They found her at a dumpster half dead. They took her to a hospital and she lived, I read this book when i was in 4th grade. I really enjoyed reading this book, because its a mystery book. I've never really liked mystery stories, but I liked this one.
    The only time i dont like is when the 4 year old gets lost. i dont like it because its really sad, and everyone was crying and they were sad to. The unique thing about this book is that it's the 1st one i've read in a while and i've really enjoyed it.
    I dont think the author could have made it better. I think its fine the way it is. I would tell a lot of people about this book, and how good it is. A lot of people should read this book. I hope you will read it, because its a really good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2009

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    i luv this bok so much, i just finished it and i want to find another book like this!! it is so awesome!!!!!!!

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  • Posted January 22, 2009

    Missing since monday

    I think that Missing Since Monday by Ann M. Martin is a scary book. It has alot of scary parts in it. When Courtie(the little sister)disappears and is claimed to be kidnapped, I was devastated to know what happened. I think that they did a good job at making it scary and shocking. What I don't understand is how she kept getting those phone calls and didn't tell anyone. She didn't even tell the detectives. She just kept answering and talking to the guy. I think that was a pretty dumb part because she should have told when she got the first phone call. The ending was kind of rejoicing in a way to know that she wasn't hurt and the person was just getting revenge.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2008

    Oh My Gosh

    Missing Since Monday is the best book I have ever read. Seriously it is so worth your while. I really like how it had the suspense and some what of drama. This book is really fantastic. I give it a 5 out of 5 stars. Excellent!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2007

    One of the best mystery books ever!

    This book just made me read and read until i finished it. I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2005


    This was a very suspenful, great flow, great overall, descriptive. it was one of the best books i ever read. i am glad all the others reviews gave this book ***** stars and the average was the same too. YOU WILL LOVE THIS BOOK! it isn't boring at all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2005

    great book!

    hey everybody! loved the book...of course it was so interesting but kind of childish...o well it was still a good read so read it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2004


    Missing Since Monday is a great book. It is a type if book that you will keep you thinking until you read what happens next. There are so many possibilities in this story. This is a psychological thriller that will keep you guessing till the end. If you love mystery book is this a definite goody. Even if you are not this book will have you reading it. I have recommended this book to may people that is how good it is. Ann M. Martin has made another great book. A great author at work. A great book for teens. Everybody should at least try this book to see if they like.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2004

    Missing Since Monday

    I loved this book. This book is great for kids in grade 6-9. It gives such detail and such suspense.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2004


    I read this book when I was in 5th or 6th grade. I cannot remember. I am now 18 years old...and I can still remember this book. It had a lasting effect you could say. It's a great book for kids. It teaches them something. It was rewarding to read it when I did. I think not many kids would understand it all, but I did. I think many kids would like this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2003


    I love the way the suspense builds up and keeps you saying no dont go there like watching your father watch sunday night football.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2003

    Will they ever find her?

    My book reveiw was on the book Missing Since Monday.I choose that book because I was so into it.It only took me three days to read it and it was 268 pages long I was surprised. In the book a girl named Maggies little sister got kidnapped on Monday before school.And they spend about five weeks looking for her.It was a really exciting and it made you wanna keep reading and reading.I really liked Missing Since Monday.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 16, 2003


    A beautifully plotted book that grips you and won't let go! I stayed up reading it until... it must have been 12:30!! I was disappointed when it ended!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2002

    'Missing Since Moday'

    Well I was at the library withn my english class and i dont read books but this book was great! it was never boring or you could never stop reading the book!! I think that this book is a good book because it relates to me alot. I kind of new what the book was about but that did stop me from reading it. it was an exciting book :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2002

    This Book was the best i have ever read

    i read this book during a summer school class and it took me the most of 3 days it made me want to keep on reading i loved it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2001

    I would give it five stars.

    I think the book was great because it's outstanding.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2001

    Missing Since Monday

    I liked the book because it had a problem and a solution.I liked the characters Maggie and Mike.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2001

    Read this book and you'll get kidnapped!!!!!

    This book should be the best book ever. YOU MUST READ IT!!!!!!!!!!! If you don't, you'll be sorry.It's outstanding and only one of the best books in the world. you'll never stop reading it. So buy it and read it now!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2001

    Missing Since Monday

    I think this is awesome if i were you i would have it delivered to my house today and you will help to know it is a touching story and its a book that the family will get close together me and teacher and classmates read it and we loved it please give it a shot.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2001

    Missing Since Monday

    I think that the book was excellent. I didnt'want to put it down.

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