Andi Unexpected (Andi Boggs Series #1)

Andi Unexpected (Andi Boggs Series #1)

by Amanda Flower


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After the sudden death of their parents in the jungles of Central America, twelve-year-old science geek Andora “Andi” Boggs and her diva teenaged sister, Bethany, move to rural Killdeer, Ohio to live with their eccentric twenty-something aunt. And while the timeworn house has been home to the Boggs family for generations, Andi feels far from at home. Exploring the attic in her grief, she discovers proof of another Andora Boggs in the family tree hidden in a Depression-era trunk. Despite the meddling of the citizens of Killdeer, Andi and her new friend, Colin Carter, are determined to find out who this first Andora was, how she vanished, and why no one in town wants to talk about her. As more and more unanswered questions pile up, Andi and Colin must decide who they can trust with their secrets and who is interested in Andora’s story for the wrong reasons.

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ISBN-13: 9780310737018
Publisher: Zonderkidz
Publication date: 09/24/2013
Series: Andi Boggs Series , #1
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 1,083,854
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.10(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range: 9 - 12 Years

About the Author

Amanda Flower is an Agatha Award-nominated mystery author (Maid of Murder), who first caught the writing bug in elementary school. She is also the author of Andi Unexpected, the Andi Boggs series, Appleseed Creek and the India Hayes series. When she’s not writing, she works as a librarian at Ursuline College near her hometown of Tallmadge, Ohio. Visit her online at and

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Andi Unexpected

An Andi Boggs Novel

By Amanda Flower, Kim Childress


Copyright © 2013 Amanda Flower
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-310-73701-8



Mr. Cragmeyer's knuckles turned white. He held the steering wheel in a death grip as the Oldsmobile crested yet another rolling hill. His gray buzzcut stood on end as if electrified, and his shoulders hunched forward. There was no other traffic on the country road. The last mode of transportation we'd seen was an Amish horse and buggy, and that was about forty minutes ago.

Mrs. Cragmeyer turned around in the passenger seat and looked at us. She clutched the headrest with one speckled hand. Her fingernails were filed to a point and painted a translucent baby pink. "Now, girls," she said, holding her seat belt away from her throat. "If you don't like living with your Aunt Amelie, you're always welcome to come back and stay with Mr. Cragmeyer and me. We have plenty of room."

My sister Bethany, who was listening to her iPod and drawing in her sketchbook, had stopped listening to Mrs. Cragmeyer hours ago. I wished I had her ability to shut out the world. Even when I was deep in the midst of a science experiment, I couldn't help but notice what was happening around me. But when Bethany drew, nothing but her paper and pencil existed.

I wondered how Mr. Cragmeyer felt about his wife's open invitation. He hadn't said two words since we left Cuyahoga Falls, and he'd said even less than that during the past few weeks that we'd been living in their house while we finished up the school year.

Mrs. Cragmeyer turned back around and sniffed, "That aunt of yours is too irresponsible to raise children."

The cow pastures and fields gave way to houses and a suspect gas station. Mrs. Cragmeyer read aloud from a folksy road sign as we drove past, "Welcome to Killdeer, Ohio! Home of Your Friends!" Mrs. Cragmeyer snorted. Underneath images of frolicking Amish children, another line read: Michael Pike University—1¾ MILES.

On the outskirts of town, we drove past the abandoned building that once housed the Michael Pike Bottling Company. It was an old, flat-faced brick structure with tall cooling towers and brick chimneys. A new sign stuck out from the side of building: Killdeer Historical Society and Bottling Museum.

We drove down Center Street through the heart of Killdeer, past Betty Anne Curlers Beauty Parlor, McDonald's, Hot Cross Bakers, and the gates of Michael Pike University. Mr. Cragmeyer consulted the driving directions he'd taped to the dashboard of the Oldsmobile. He claimed he didn't trust a GPS or any other "newfangled" technology.

Without warning, he made a sharp turn off Center Street and onto Dunlap Avenue.

I slid across the backseat and bumped into Bethany, who gruffly pushed me away. "You made me mess up," she snapped, erasing the tiny stray line on her paper.

Oh, so she can talk. That's a relief. Bethany hadn't said a word to me all day.

"Mr. Cragmeyer!" Mrs. Cragmeyer exclaimed, "Do be careful. There are children in the car."

Mr. Cragmeyer grunted and squinted at the house numbers along the street. He couldn't have missed my aunt's house if he tried. Amelie stood in the middle of the fourth driveway on the right-hand side of the street, jumping up and down in front of a two-story yellow house with white shutters and a wide front porch. Even though my grandma had died when I was seven, I could still see her sitting on that porch, rocking away in her white rocker. The yellow paint was now peeling, but the rocker was still there.

Amelie's multicolored peasant skirt swished back and forth over her bare feet and legs as she hurried over to the car.

Mrs. Cragmeyer muttered something under her breath, but the only words I caught were "crazy" and "hippy."

A small smile formed on my lips. We'll be okay now, I thought. Not perfect, but okay. I'd happily take "okay" after living with Mrs. Cragmeyer who constantly told me to either stand up straight, not talk with my mouth full, or cross my legs like a lady. Of course, Bethany never received any of this advice because Bethany is beautiful. In Mrs. Cragmeyer's world, that trait granted you a pass.

My sister is tall and thin like me, but our similarities end there. Bethany has naturally tan skin, bright blue eyes, and long, thick blond hair. I, on the other hand, have pale skin that burns even in February, undistinguishable hazel eyes, and pink hair. My mom used to tell me that I was a strawberry blond, and that one day I would love my hair color. But let's face it: The hair looks pink—especially in the sunlight. As if that weren't bad enough, I also have braces ... and not the cool invisible kind either.

I smiled as Amelie continued to hop from foot to foot on the white gravel driveway. With her purple cat eye glasses, wild blond curls, and big feet, Aunt Amelie didn't care that I wasn't pretty like Bethany. She was family—the only family Bethany and I had left.

Silent Mr. Cragmeyer rolled the Olds to a stop in Amelie's driveway. I could hear the gravel crunch beneath the tires as they sank into the damp earth. Not able to wait another second, Amelie pounced and threw open my car door. She pulled me out of the vehicle by the arm, barely giving me time to release the seat belt, and crushed me in a tight hug. She smelled like fresh pears and salsa. "Andi! I'm so glad you're finally here. How was the trip? Did you see any cows on the drive? About a thousand, right? Not exactly a booming metropolis out here, is it?"

Before I could answer any of those questions, Amelie let me go and crushed Bethany in an equally tight hug before slamming her with a half-dozen random questions. My sister held her sketchbook close to her chest as though she needed to protect it from our aunt.

Amelie moved on to Mrs. Cragmeyer and hugged her too, thanking her for not only taking care of Bethany and me, but also driving us all the way out into the "boonies." Mrs. Cragmeyer went rigid.

I stood beside my sister. "Amelie is happy to see us," I whispered.

Bethany shoved her sketchbook into her Juicy hobo bag, removed her cell phone, and began texting.

Okay, so the talking thing was just a momentary lapse. I'll try to remember that.

I wondered if she was texting her crush Zane, the most popular guy in her grade back home (despite being a class-A jerk). I knew better than to ask. She'd been crushing on Zane for as long as I could remember, and he never noticed her until after our parents died. I guess being an orphan made Bethany more interesting to him. One time I'd tried telling Bethany that Zane isn't a good guy, but that had been a mistake—a serious mistake.

Amelie thanked Mr. Cragmeyer through the open car window. I knew he'd never leave the safety of the car—he feared getting pulverized by one of Amelie's monster hugs.

Mrs. Cragmeyer sniffed. "Amelie, I must ask you to calm down."

"Sure, Linda." Amelie replied, but her crazy grin remained plastered on her face.

Mrs. Cragmeyer glowered like a cartoon bulldog when Amelie called her by her first name. I didn't even know Mrs. Cragmeyer had a first name.

Beside me, Bethany's cell phone beeped with a new text message. My sister read the text and frowned. She dropped her cell phone back into her bag. "Stop looking at me," she hissed.

I skirted my sister, opened the trunk of the Olds, and began removing our luggage. Yet the whole time, I kept my eyes on Mrs. Cragmeyer and Amelie. Amelie smiled at the older woman. "Are you sure you don't want to spend the night? It's a long drive back."

"No, thank you. We should be going. My daughter lives in Canton, so we'll stop there on the way home."

"How about a quick lunch? Or just coffee?"

Mrs. Cragmeyer shook her head. "Your offer is very kind, but we must be going. We want to get to our daughter's by dinnertime."

"All right then," Amelie said. "Thank you for everything. It was so generous of you to care for the girls so they didn't have to change schools before the end of the year."

Mrs. Cragmeyer smiled, and her chest inflated with pride. "It was no trouble. It was the Christian thing to do."

Amelie nodded and pulled our backpacks from the backseat of the Olds.

Mrs. Cragmeyer rounded the back of the car, put her arms around Bethany's and my shoulders, and gave the two of us a squeeze. "Now girls, remember what I told you. You have my phone number. Call me any time, and Mr. Cragmeyer and I will come fetch you."

I gave her a weak smile in response, but I suspected that I'd be losing Mrs. Cragmeyer's telephone number pretty quickly. Bethany nodded. She was probably wondering how she could see the friends she'd left behind, rather than thinking about the Cragmeyers.

After giving us one final squeeze, the older woman turned back to my aunt. "Now, Amelie, if you find that you can't ..." She paused and then tried again. "If it becomes too taxing for you to care for the girls, remember that Mr. Cragmeyer and I would love to have them with us."

Amelie's eyes narrowed. "That's kind of you to offer. But my brother left their care in my hands, and I plan to fulfill his wishes."

"If you need anything, girls, you know where to reach us," the older woman said loud enough for everyone to hear. Mr. Cragmeyer started up the Olds, and his wife climbed into the front seat of the car. As they backed out of the drive, Mrs. Cragmeyer just shook her head and pinched her lips tight.

I glanced at the house next door and noticed a boy and an older woman staring at us. Although she was probably the same age as Mrs. Cragmeyer, this woman didn't look anything like my former guardian. Her white hair was secured in two stubby pigtails, and she wore a hot pink T-shirt and yellow capris. The boy looked about my age. He wore glasses and had brown hair that fell over the top of his frames.

The woman waved. I waved back. She called out in a clear voice, "Hey, Amelie! Are these your nieces?"

Amelie set down our suitcases. "Come on, girls. I want you to meet some people."

Bethany and I followed her across the yard.

"Hi, Bergita," Amelie said. As we climbed the porch steps behind her, Amelie wrapped an arm around each of our shoulders. "This is Bethany; she'll start eighth grade in the fall. And this is Andi; she'll be in sixth grade."

Bergita grinned, showing off her straight white teeth. "Bergita Carter. Pleased to meet you. And welcome to the neighborhood! I heard what happened to your parents, and I'm really sorry. I knew your father when he was a little boy. Smart as a whip. I always knew Killdeer was too small for him."

Bethany pulled away from Amelie and reached for her cell phone again. I stared at my feet. I never knew what to say when my parents were mentioned.

"This is my grandson, Colin."

I looked up.

Colin pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, smiling shyly. "Hi."

Bethany looked Colin up and down and then sighed as she returned her attention to her phone.

Bergita pointed to a pug lying on a pillow by the front door. "That lazy bum is Jackson."

The dog opened his eyes when he heard his name and snorted into his pillow.

Bethany's head snapped up. "Did that dog just snort?"

"Yes," Colin said. "Pugs are a brachycephalic breed, which means they have a broad head and a short nose. This can cause snorting or sometimes respiratory problems. But don't worry; Jackson is healthy. We take good care of him."

Bethany rolled her eyes.

"If you see two harried-looking doctor types around here, they are my son and daughter-in-law. Then again, you might not see them. They're never home."

Colin grimaced.

Bergita fixed her snappy dark eyes on me. "It's hard to believe that your parents would name their first girl Bethany and their second girl Andi."

I grinned. "My name is actually Andora, but I go by Andi most of the time."

Bergita took a quick breath. "Andora?"

Concerned, Amelie put a hand on Bergita's arm. "Bergita, what is it?"

A strange look crossed Bergita's face. Then the expression was quickly gone. Bergita laughed, "Oh, it's nothing. I must have had some bad egg salad for lunch. Won't do that again! Come along, Colin. Let's leave the girls to get settled in."

I glanced behind me as I followed my aunt and sister across Bergita's yard. The older woman was still watching me with an odd look on her face.

"Welcome home!" Amelie announced as we stepped through the front door. The house looked just as I remembered it. When we were younger, my parents used to bring Bethany and me to our grandparents' house for quick visits around Christmas, Easter, or the Fourth of July. But I hadn't been to the house since I was seven—after my grandmother died. And then my dad and aunt had boarded up the house because they didn't know what else to do with it. They couldn't sell it because it had been in the family for so long. Yet at the same time, neither one of them expected to ever live there again.

The house was too far away from my parents' work at Cleveland State University, and my aunt never stayed in one place for very long. She'd hopped from country to country on her quest to see the world. At least, she hadn't planned to stay in one place until she got a job as an English professor at Michael Pike University. But now she was stuck with two kids. I worried my lip. Were Bethany and I holding Amelie back from her life?

A ginger-colored cat wove in and around my sister's legs. The tiniest of smiles played on Bethany's lips. Then the cat did the same thing to me. We'd always wanted a pet, but our parents said no because they traveled so much.

"Well, Mr. Rochester," Amelie said with a laugh. "The girls have arrived, and I see you've given them the proper greeting."

He meowed loudly in response.

"Can I pick him up?" Bethany asked. It was the first thing she'd said to our aunt since we'd arrived.

Amelie's face broke into a smile. "Of course! He's a very friendly gentleman."

Bethany slipped her phone into the pocket of her jeans and picked up Mr. Rochester. The orange cat settled into her arms, and Bethany left the room.

Amelie's mouth twisted as she watched her niece go.

Later that night, I stood on top of a bed in the room that I would now share with my sister. I was hanging my favorite poster of the periodic table on the wall.

Bethany sat on the floor folding her countless pairs of Lucky jeans and Abercrombie tops. "I don't want that poster hanging up in here."

I froze with a piece of turquoise Sticky Tack hanging from my pointer finger. "Why not?"

"It makes me feel like I'm in school. I don't need to be reminded of school when I'm in my room. And you don't have to show off all of your science geek stuff anymore. There's no one here to impress with it."

I flinched. She was referring to our parents, of course. I knew she was. I smoothed the poster on the wall and said, "It's my room too."

Bethany slammed the bottom dresser drawer. Mr. Rochester, who'd been lying on the end of my bed, jumped and ran out of the room. It was half the size of either Bethany's or my bedroom in the house we'd shared with our parents. "And don't think you're getting even one drawer in this chest," she warned me.

As I sat on the bed, I felt a hard knot tighten in the pit of my stomach. I lay down and stretched out on my side. "It's not my fault we're here."

When I didn't say anything more, Bethany slammed the drawer shut a second time and flopped onto her own bed. The beds had matching blue plaid comforters and cotton blue sheets covered with thousands of tiny yellow daisies. The sheets still had the creases in them from the packaging.

Bethany turned over on her side and glared at me. "Let's get this straight right now: This is my room, and I'm letting you sleep here. Don't touch anything."

I stared at the ceiling. Someone had painted it the same bright blue as the ocean in my parents' photographs of Belize. What happened to those photographs? I wondered. I felt Bethany's glare. She knew what I was thinking. "Don't talk about them. Don't say anything about them. Understand? We're starting over here, and it's better if we forget."

I squeezed my eyes shut to hold back the tears.

In a rare moment of softness, Bethany whispered, "It will be too hard on us if we don't."

I rolled over and faced the wall.



The next morning I awoke to the sound of faint, anxious murmurs floating up the stairs. And once I'm awake, I can never fall back asleep. The murmurs didn't seem to bother Bethany who continued snoring softly on her side of our deeply divided bedroom. After stretching my arms and crawling out of bed, I pulled on a sweatshirt over my pajamas and followed the whispers down the hall.

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Andi Unexpected 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 11 reviews.
InspirationalAngel531 More than 1 year ago
Title: Andi Unexpected -Andi Boggs Book 1 Author: Amanda Flower Published: 9-24-2-13 Publisher: Zonderkidz-Books Pages: 224 Genre: Children's Fiction Sub Genre: Mstery, Christian; Homeschooling ISBN: 9780310737018 ASIN: B00BW3K0YA Reviewer: DelAnne Reviewed For: NetGalley Rating: 5 Stars . Andi Boggs, a science aficionado and her sister Bethany, an artist have come to live with their Aunt Amelie in their ancestral home in Killdeer, Ohio following the deaths of their parents death in a plane crash in Central America.. When her Aunt Amelie tells Andi she is welcome to put her bedroom if she will clean it out and prepare the contents for an upcoming garage sale. Their neighbor reacts a bit odd when Andi explains her name is short for Andora, but quickly brushes it off. Andi meets the woman's grandsonson Colin. The two quickly becomes friends and Colin agrees to help Andi with the. While working they discover an old trunk in a crawl space and are curious when the find the name Andora on it. Inside are baby items and memorabilia from the 1930's. When Aunt cannot tell them anything about the first Andorra. Andi and Colin set about finding information about the other Andora and what became of her. Their search leads them to unexpected places and answers. A wonderful, clean series for young readers from 8-12 years of age. With similarities to a young Nancy Drew, Andi is a great role model for young readers. There is true emotions and believable interactions between the siblings. You will find yourself being pulled into the story and following the clues Andi and Colin uncover. A new and exciting series for Amanda Flower to be enjoyed by the young and the young at heart. This story moves at a fairly quick pace and with a descriptive prose. My rating is a 5 out of 5 stars. With the hope that you will love Andi Unexpected as much as I did.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
mysterybook_nerd98 More than 1 year ago
* I received a complimentary copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. A well plotted mystery that keeps your attention. A quick, fun read that's suitable for adults as well as kids. Read it! Read it now!
book4children More than 1 year ago
Another good middle grade mystery novel! Andi and her sister, Bethany, move in with their eccentric aunt after the deaths of their parents. Andi and her new neighbor, Colin, become friends when they are thrown together and find a forgotten cubby hidden in the attic. The cubby contains some old stuff - and a mystery surrounding Andi's ancestors. One that nobody wants to talk about. Andi and Colin are intelligent and adventurous kids that will go to any lengths to solve the puzzle of Andi's family history. They get into their fair share of trouble, but they are honest and up front with their family members. I liked that about them. The middle of the book lags a bit, but really picks up in the second half. Clues start rolling in and things start happening at a faster pace. While the bad guy is made obvious from the start, there are some surprises along the way. There are some twists that I didn't see coming, and which kids will enjoy. All the minor characters added to the atmosphere of the book and gave extra personality to the pages. This is a great book for middle grade readers. Content: Clean
LovenGod More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book, it has been a long time since I read a YA book, and it made me remember how much I enjoy them. This book brought to mind the hours I spent as a child reading Trixie Beldon books and The Bobbsey Twins. About this book, I have to say that Amanda did a great job, keeping the suspense going. The story was not too cutesy, but was not over the heads of young readers. I loved the book and can't wait to read more from Amanda Flowers. Great book, cute story 4.5 stars. This book was provided for review purposes only, no payment was received for this review.  
Maria41 More than 1 year ago
Description (from Goodreads): Twelve-year-old Andora 'Andi' Boggs and her fourteen-year-old sister Bethany move to rural Ohio to live with their eccentric twenty-something aunt after the sudden death of their parents. While dealing with her grief, Andi discovers proof of another Andora Boggs in the family tree whose existence was hidden in a Depression-era trunk in the attic. With help from her new friend and neighbor, Colin Carter, Andi is determined to find out who this first Andora was and what happened to her. Language: 0. Other objectionable:  There was some mild action near the end of the book, including an asthma attack, trapping someone in a hole, and hitting someone over the head with a wrench (not descriptive at all). Suitable for:  This book is written for late elementary and middle school students, but I enjoyed it very much as a high school student. :) Pros:  Well, I love mysteries and this was a great read!  I read it in about two hours because it is written simply.  The plot develops quickly, but it is not confusing at all, which is great for the younger kids who happen to be reading this book.  Andi & Colin love science and history, and I like that the author included information about those subjects through their perspective.  And to all you highschoolers out there who think that middle grade fiction is boring and too easy to read, this book will prove you wrong.  I was very sucked in by the plot and the mystery surrounding the first Andora. Cons:  I did not see how the title of the book related to the story.  I assume it was referring to the information that Andi found out about her relative, but it wasn't very clear.
uncommongirl More than 1 year ago
This book for young teens (middle school girls AND boys) is full of mystery and history. The characters and setting feel real and the story's details are suspenseful keeping the reader's interest. The author didn't incorporate any serious Christian topics into the story although the writing was clean and wholesome. Appropriate for juvenile fiction. Sweet and energetic new series that is perfectly written for this age group.
bp0602 More than 1 year ago
I have a special book review for you today. My son received this book Andi Unexpected by Amanda Fowler to read and review. He read it super fast and really enjoyed it. Here is his review which he dictated to me: Andi's parents died in a plane crash, and she went to live at her aunt's house. Her aunt Amelie was excited for Andi and her older sister Bethany to come because she was lonely. Andi wants to move up to the attic because her sister is annoying. Andi and her new friend Colin find a trunk in a trap door. They find out it belonged to a relative named Andora which is Andi's full name. The trunk is a mystery for them to find out about the other Andora. I thought it was cool that Andi and Colin were trying to solve the mystery of the trunk. It's not a scary book, just a normal book. It is a chapter book without pictures. I liked this book and want to read more of this series. I think it is a good book. Personally, I think people who like mysteries or good books will like to read this. It is for boys or girls. The book was sent to us from the publisher for our honest review.
ACS_Book_Blogger More than 1 year ago
Review: “Andi Unexpected” is targeted toward middle school and higher readers. It is one of the best books I have read in quite some time. It is quick paced and I read it in one day. Amanda Flower has written a wonderful story of mystery, friendship, and how people deal with grief differently. Andi and her sister have to move in with their aunt Amelie because their parents have died while on a science mission in the jungles of Central America. The house where their aunt now lives used to belong to Andi’s grandparents. Initially, Andi and her sister Bethany have to share a bedroom, but the two sisters fight quite a bit since the death of their parents, and so Aunt Amelie suggests to both Andi and Bethany that if they will clean out the attic, then Andi can turn it into a bedroom. The stuff they move out the attic can be sorted and set up for the annual Killdeer yard sale and whatever money the schools earn, they can keep. Well, both girls want their own rooms and Bethany is interested in the money because Aunt Amelie has told her that if she wants to keep “texting” on her cell phone, then she’ll have to earn the money to keep that feature. Andi doesn’t necessarily care about the money. She just wants her own room. This simple task of cleaning out the attic turns into a wonderful adventure for both Andi and Bethany. Through the guidance of their Aunt Amelie, they also are able to move forward and work through some of the grief of the loss of their parents. They meet some very interesting people along the way and develop friendships that will help them in their adjustment to life in Killdeer. Andi and Bethany also see how the other one is actually broken over the death of their parents, but it’s okay to deal with their loss in different ways. It doesn’t mean the other person is deeply saddened just because they may or may not show the type of emotion the other thinks they should. This is a great book and well, well worth the read. I look forward to other books in this series!! DISCLOSURE: A complimentary review copy was provided to facilitate this review. Copies may be acquired at your favorite book supplier. for author information - click here.
NanceeMarchinowski More than 1 year ago
Captivating! Andi Boggs and her sister lost both parents in a plane crash, so the girls were moved to Killdeer, Ohio to live with their Aunt Amelie in the home that had been in their family for generations. Amelie's neighbor had a peculiar reaction upon discovering Andi's formal name is Andora, but she quickly covered up her reaction with an explanation about something she had eaten. Her grandson Colin is Andi's age, and the two curious youngsters discover they have a lot in common. Aunt Amelie had suggested that Andi could have the attic as her bedroom if she cleaned it out and prepared the contents for an upcoming garage sale. Colin agreed to help and they began the dusty chore, discovering a hidden door to a crawl space where a small trunk had been stored. Upon cleaning off the majority of grime Colin discovered a nameplate with "Andora" engraved on it. Upon questioning her Aunt Amelie about the trunk and its contents, Amelie explained that it appeared to be vintage to approximately World War II. With a mystery to solve Andi and Colin begin the quest to discover the identity of the original Andora and where she might be now. Colin provides a notebook and pencil and on the first page wrote "The Case of The First Andora." Underneath he added "Boggs and Carter Investigations."  The debut of a middle school level mystery series, this book screamed shades of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys! In-depth and steeped in originality this story kept me engrossed to the very end. Amanda Flower is a very adept artist in creating characters and settings with all of the detail and suspense of an adult focused mystery. Included in this story are all the elements of a future success mystery series for present and future middle school children. There is no predicting what follows in this fast-paced full-length novel. I think I'll leave Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys packed away. This "grandmother" enjoyed the action and adventure in this charming modern-day investigative chronicle for middle grade children. I'll be watching for more of Andi Boggs and her future activities! My grandchildren will be receiving copies of this series. Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from Zonderkidz in exchange for my honest review. All opinions expressed are my own, and no monetary compensation was received for this review.
BookishJ More than 1 year ago
I like the story. It's a good choice for pre-teens looking for an easy read with a touch of mystery and adventure. However, I was hoping to see a tighter plot where the scenes flow and the reader really feels connected to the tale.