Match wits with Einstein Anderson, a twelve-year-old whiz kid who uses science to solve the most mind-boggling of mysteries. This book contains ten baffling puzzlers combining basic science skills with downright fun.
Here you'll find:
The Rotating Rollerblades
The Howling Dog
The Incredible Shrinking Machine
The Universal Solvent
The Strange Museum
The Heavy Weight
The Flying-Saucer People
The Angry Bull
The Disappearing Cookies
The Baseball Pitching Challenge.
Read an Excerpt
The Case of the Rotating Rollerblades
It was the best day of the year. At least that's what Einstein Anderson thought.
School had let out yesterday in the town of Sparta--today was the beginning of summer vacation. Two months of sleeping late in the morning. Two months of doing what Einstein wanted to do, not what Ms. Sugar, his fifth-grade teacher last term, wanted him to do.
Einstein's real name was Adam. But nobody called him Adam, except his father and mother once in a while. Einstein had been interested in science for as long as he could remember. From an early age he had solved science problem after science problem that stumped even his teachers.
At the age of six Einstein had explained to Ms. Moore, his kindergarten teacher, how to use the chemical cobalt chloride to test for humidity in the air. At the age of seven Einstein had shown Ms. Patrick, his first-grade teacher, how to set up a balanced aquarium in the classroom. At the age of eight Einstein had built a model of a robot that won first prize at the statewide science fair.
It was Ms. Moore who gave Adam the nickname of Einstein. Soon all his friends called him Einstein. Adam was proud of his nickname. He knew that Albeit Einstein was the most famous scientist of the twentieth century, who had discovered many important things about the universe. His equation E=mc2 led to the understanding of atomic energy. Albert Einstein had been a gentle, kind man as well as a genius.
Einstein Anderson pushed his head deeper into his pillow. He guessed he would get up in another hour or so. That is, if he felt like getting up.
The phone downstairs began toring. Einstein drowsily wished that someone would answer it. The ringing was keeping him awake. He opened one eye. judging from the light in the room, he estimated it was 7:00 A.M. Where was Mom? Where was Dad? Where was his younger brother, Dennis? Did they expect Einstein to get up and answer the phone on the first day of his vacation?
The phone stopped ringing. After a minute Dennis yelled that the call was for Einstein.
"Who is it?" Einstein called downstairs.
"It's Stanley," Dennis answered.
Stanley Roberts was an older, teenaged friend of Einstein's who was also very much into science.
Einstein put on his glasses, walked down the stairs, and picked up the phone sleepily.
"This had better be an emergency, Stanley," Einstein exclaimed as a way of greeting. "You know it's only seven in the morning, and this is the first day of vacation!"
But he knew Stanley would pay no attention to his grumpiness. After all, Stanley was in high school.
"Einstein," Stanley said, meet me in front of my house in half an hour. I have something to show you."
That really upset Einstein. "First of all," he said, I don't want to go out so early in the morning. Second of all, if you have something to show me, why don't you bring it over here?"
As usual, Stanley ignored him. "See you in half an hour," he repeated, and hung up before Einstein could say anything.
It must be another one of Stanley's crazy inventions, Einstein thought. But as long as I'm up, I guess I might as well see what he made this time.
Einstein remembered Stanley's last invention--an automatic fitting machine. A person stepped into the machine, and a computer was supposed to measure everything automatically, from shoe size to belt size to hat size. Stanley had persuaded Einstein to be the first person to step into the machine.
The machine worked fine. The only trouble was that Stanley had not been able to shut it off after Einstein had been measured. Einstein had been trapped for an hour while the machine kept measuring him over and over again. Einstein liked Stanley but didn't exactly trust Stanley's crazy inventions.
Einstein washed and got dressed in jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers. The jeans were all raggedy at the knees, but they were Einstein's favorite. So far he had refused to throw them in the rag pile, despite his mother's pointed suggestions.
Einstein was an average-size twelve-year-old boy. His light brown eyes were a little nearsighted, and his glasses seemed a bit too big for his face. His eyes sometimes had a faraway look, as if he were thinking about some important problem in science. But Einstein was not always serious. He loved a good joke (or even a bad one) and liked to make puns, the worse the better.
Dr. Anderson, Einstein's father, looked surprised when his son walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. He was just finishing breakfast and was about to leave for his office. Dr. Anderson was a veterinarian. He was often up and about before Einstein came for breakfast.
"To what do we owe the honor of your presence so early in the morning, Adam?" asked Dr. Anderson with a smile.
"I'm going over to see Stanley," said Einstein. "He called and asked me to come right over this morning." Einstein sniffed the air. "Any pancakes left, Mom?" he asked hopefully. "I just have time for a light breakfast."
Einstein walked over to the refrigerator and poured himself a glassful of orange juice. Then he popped two slices of bread into the toaster. Finally he poured himself a full bowl of milk and breakfast cereal and sat down to eat.
Mrs. Anderson looked on with amusement as she made another batch of pancakes. "I'm glad you're going to eat something," she said.
"Too bad you don't have the time for a full breakfast."
Mrs. Anderson jotted down a note on a pad of paper while the pancakes sizzled. She worked as a writer and editor on the Sparta Tribune, one of the town's two newspapers.Einstein Anderson #1: The Howling Dog and Other Cases. Copyright � by Seymour Simon. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.