( The boys were intrigued by the unusual trees on the garden, particularly the sausage tree. )
( 'Bess, you know as well as I do that the thrust of a hundred-thousand-pound rocket couldn't force Nancy to give up this case.' )
THIS HAS TURNED INTO A COMEDY OF ERRORS, SERIOUSLY. I now cannot find the book that I was currently working on. I still plan on working more on this, but obviously, I can't do so until the book is found. Until then, I guess my entries to this comm are on indefinite hiatus until I stop failing at life. They will come again someday, I swear!
( 'I should have thought he would have preferred to disown his daughter.' )
( Anyone entering by this means would be surprised with a hard football tackle. Secretly Ned hoped he would have the chance. )
This book... I'm not really sure what this book is about, to be honest. It involves a random cat thief, antagonistic neighbors who May or May Not Be Hiding Something, and a mentally unbalanced criminal who breaks into houses for the sole purpose of sending Morse Code messages to the inhabitants. Oh, and a cat show that serves no real purpose to the plot.
It also has the distinction of having one of the worst covers in ND history. Seriously, go Google it. It's hideous.
BONUS: Bess and George give Nancy a very thorough backrub after she sprains her hand. We are apparently supposed to accept this as a logical plotpoint, and not the obvious excuse for foreplay that it totally is.
Nancy takes a case for which she (for some reason) needs a fake name- and she comes *this close* to choosing Carrie Fisher. Do you have any idea how many Star Wars jokes she just dodged? I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
( 'Hello!' he said shyly. 'Rishi not speak English much.' )
Nancy joins Ned's cousin at an archaelogical dig, where she spends most of the time chopping down old, hollow oak trees in search of treasure markers buried beneath the bark. Oh, and she encounters a homicidal goat, too. You know you want to read this book.( 'Aren't you the girl I saw hacking at a tree near the dig site?' )
Also, I would like to apologize for my excessive use of the word 'stalk' in this entry. It all seemed necessary at the time.
A sickly, elderly individual is being held prisoner in their own home by conniving ne'er-do-wells. Sound familiar? Maybe Edward Stratmeyer accidentally handed his ghostwriters the same outline two times in a row. (Watch for shades of Lilac Inn, too- they're in there if you know where to look.)( 'You are more important to me than all the mysterious old ladies in the world!' )