Dead Guy Spy (Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series #2)

Dead Guy Spy (Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series #2)

by David Lubar

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Nathan Abercrombie is getting used to his rotten life as a half-dead zombie. The good thing is he doesn't feel any pain. The bad thing is his body can't heal, so he has to be really careful not to break anything. But that's hard to do when his wrestling-obsessed gym teacher, Mr. Lomux, matches him up with Rodney the bully, who's looking for any excuse to break his bones. Then one day, Nathan is approached by the secret organization B.U.M.—aka the Bureau of Useful Misadventures—which offers him a cure in exchange for his help. Nathan jumps at the chance to become the world's first zombie spy, but soon discovers that B.U.M. isn't quite what it seems. Can Nathan trust them?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780765325075
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 01/05/2010
Series: Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series , #2
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 176
Sales rank: 1,224,987
Product dimensions: 5.56(w) x 8.32(h) x 0.50(d)
Lexile: 540L (what's this?)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

David Lubar created a sensation with his debut novel, Hidden Talents, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults. Thousands of kids and educators across the country have voted Hidden Talents onto over twenty state lists. David is also the author of True Talents, the sequel to Hidden Talents; Flip, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults and a VOYA Best Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror selection; five short story collections: In the Land of the Lawn Weenies, Invasion of the Road Weenies, The Curse of the Campfire Weenies, The Battle of the Red Hot Pepper Weenies, and Attack of the Vampire Weenies; and the Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie series. Lubar grew up in Morristown, New Jersey, and he has also lived in New Brunswick, Edison, and Piscataway, NJ, and Sacramento, CA. Besides writing, he has also worked as a video game programmer and designer. He now lives in Nazareth, Pennsylvania.

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It’s pretty creepy when some stranger follows you, spies on you, and tries to discover the deep, dark, half-cool, half-rotten secret that only your two closest friends in the world know about. It’s even creepier when it happens three times in one day.

It all started Monday morning, when Mookie and I were walking to school. He’d stayed over that weekend because his parents had won a free dinner at a restaurant in Vermont. Since we lived in New Jersey, it took them a while to get up there.

"I hope they bring me maple syrup," Mookie said as we headed out the door. "It’s not just good for pancakes, you know. It’s awesome on everything. Even chicken wings."

"I think I’d pick hot sauce," I said. "Not that I’ll ever eat wings again."

Food didn’t play a big part in my life— or death— these days. Anything I swallowed just stayed in my stomach and slowly rotted.

"Hey, there’s no law that says you have to stick with one sauce. You can mix them. That’s half the fun. Chocolate syrup and mustard are awesome on pretzels. I’d bet maple syrup and hot sauce would be great together. Sweet and spicy—yummmm."

He closed his eyes, spun around, and made chewing sounds. The chews turned into a "gaaaahhh!" when he tripped on his laces. The "gaaaahhh!" ended with a crash as he slammed into a couple metal garbage cans at the end of a driveway, spilling out a mess of leftover food, crumpled paper, and these large gray lumps that might have been cat litter.

I went to help put the garbage back. That stuff doesn’t bother me. I can stick my face three inches from the grossest pile of week-old road kill without feeling a quiver in my gut.

Mookie had a pretty strong stomach, too. I’d seen him eat things that would make a cockroach puke. Once, he chomped down on a pickle he’d coated with strawberry jelly and dipped in crumbled fish sticks, just to gross out some girls at another lunch table.

But this stuff was making him gag. So I took care of the mess while he stood next to me and talked about the weirder and sloppier pieces.

"Whoa, that looks like a pig intestines."

"I really hope that’s just chocolate pudding."

"Ick—who’d throw away that much oatmeal?"

"Oh, man— I think that’s a diaper."

I finished up, then wiped my hands in the grass. "That’s weird," Mookie said as he put the lids on the cans. "I don’t remember that bush."

"What bush?"

"By the blue house." He pointed back the way we’d come. "See that bush by the corner? It wasn’t there before."

"So what. Maybe it’s new. People are always planting things around here. Come on. Let’s get going."

Mookie kept glancing over his shoulder as we walked. "Ever feel like you’re being followed?"

"Only when you’re behind me." I grabbed his arm and yanked him toward the school. Mookie got distracted pretty easily. Walking with him usually meant I did a lot of waiting up. Or backing up. Or grabbing and yanking. And a bit of picking up, since this wasn’t the first time in his life he’d crashed into stuff. I figure he wipes out about five garbage cans on an average week. If people ever turned into objects, Mookie would become a bowling ball.

"No, not like that. I mean secretly followed, like by someone who doesn’t want you to know he’s there." He turned around again. "Whoa!"

"What?" I really didn’t want to stand around talking.

We were going to be late for school if he kept this up.

He grabbed my shoulder. "The bush moved."

"Knock it off."

"Really," Mookie said. "Seriously. I think it’s following us."

"Bushes don’t move."

"Right. And dead kids don’t walk."

Okay, he had a point there. You could sort of call me dead. Or half-dead. I’d accidentally gotten splashed with a whole jar of Hurt-Be-Gone by my friend Abigail’s crazy uncle Zardo.

The formula was supposed to remove bad feelings. The problem was, he’d used one wrong ingredient. Yeah— just one. But it was enough to change my life, big time.

Now, I didn’t have a pulse or heartbeat. I didn’t feel pain. I didn’t need to breathe. But I could walk, talk, and think. It’s not as bad as it sounds. I could do some pretty cool things. Maybe even some brave things.

Mookie liked to call me a zombie. I didn’t totally agree with that, but I definitely couldn’t explain how I was able to pass for a living kid. If I could walk, I guess a bush could move. I turned and looked.


The bush was less than a block away. I stared at it, waiting to see if it would move again. It just sat there, quivering in the light breeze. But there was no doubt it had moved. Mookie was right. We were being followed.

Excerpted from Dead Guy Spy by David Lubar.
Copyright 2010 by David Lubar.
Published in January 2010 by A Tom Doherty Associates Book.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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Dead Guy Spy (Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie Series #2) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 17 reviews.
TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
As if becoming a zombie permanently wasn't bad enough, Nathan's problems have just gotten worse. His limbs keep falling off and having to be glued back on; his wrestling-obsessed gym teacher is determined to toughen the whole class up; and now some weirdo, secret organization is trying to make him a spy. The spy thing wouldn't be so bad if they weren't already trying to kill him if he doesn't join. Will Nathan Abercrombie find a way to cope with school and survive the spies? DEAD GUY SPY is a hilarious adventure in true Lubar fashion. The characters are well-developed and entertaining. The plot is unique and fun to read. Readers will have a hard time keeping a straight face while enjoying this book. Although you'll definitely want to read the first book in the series, MY ROTTEN LIFE, this is a great stand-alone story and will keep reluctant and avid readers wanting to read more.
Ladystorm More than 1 year ago
Now you have to remember that this is a middle grade book and I am going to say that it would probably be more enjoyed by the younger middle graders (8-10). I also think it is more fitting for boys than girls but I think both can enjoy it. Nathan Abercrombie, was in a accident with some chemicals that left him dead. He doesn't have to breathe, he has no heart beat, he has no need to sleep. His best friend calls him a zombie, but Nathan doesn't really like that term. The cool thing about being dead is you can stay up all night, but bad thing is that when you break something it breaks off of you. Nathan has some glue that is specially made to put him back together when he breaks. BUM (Bureau of Useful Misadventures) knows that Nathan is a half dead zombie and they want to use him in their organization. Meanwhile, Nathan's gym teacher thinks he needs to toughing them up, but Nathan's just worried about losing a body part in the process. Nathan thinks it would be cool to be a spy but when he learns somethings about BUM he is not sure if they are the good guys or the bad guys. Overall, I thought this was a cute book, for me it was a fast read. I thought it was funny in parts and would recommend it to anyone who has young readers. It has all the fun elements of a kids book, robot squirells, lots of talk about farting, and one very gaseous mess due to a half dead zombie eating chicken wings.
picardyrose on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not as good as the first one, but clever and fun.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
BUM has a big secret:its silent butt deadly!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I wish to take over. I have been leading a similar organization irl and on nooks, cpmputers, etc for quite some time (about 3-4 years). My trusted contacts go by numbers, not names.~132
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Oh. Ok
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She walked in she had brw hair and a black suit on. "Can i join?" She was ggood with computer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nothing really. Did you see what Mike said at the Conference Room? ((It is at result nine if you didn't know.))
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You spy on ppl? Thats rude!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
#whattheheckisthis???? Signed!?!?! The Epic Carrot Master Who Hates One Direction
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