Harriet Spies
By Elana K. Arnold and Dung Ho
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The unforgettable star of Just Harriet returns for another mystery on Marble Island, from award-winning author Elana K. Arnold.
There are a few things you should know about Harriet Wermer:
- She always tells the truth.
- She’s loving spending her summer on Marble Island, where she is an A+ mystery-solver.
- Okay, maybe she doesn’t always tell the truth.
- Actually…she has a tendency to lie quite a bit.
Which is why, when one of the guests at her grandmother’s bed-and-breakfast finds that their treasured pair of binoculars has gone missing, no one believes Harriet when she said she had nothing to do with it. But this is one time Harriet isn’t lying—and she knows that if she can find the binoculars and figure out who really took them, she can prove it.
With her cat, Matzo Ball, her grandmother’s basset hound, Moneypenny, and Harriet’s new friend, Clarence, helping her out, Harriet knows she can crack the case. But when the culprit isn’t who Harriet expects, it’s up to her to decide how important the truth really is.
Elana K. Arnold
Elana K. Arnold is the award-winning author of many books for children and teens, including the Sydney Taylor and National Jewish Book Award winner The Blood Years, the Printz Honor winner Damsel, the National Book Award finalist What Girls Are Made Of, and the Global Read Aloud selection A Boy Called Bat. She is a member of the faculty at Hamline University’s MFA in writing for children and young adults program and lives in Long Beach, California, with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. You can find her online at elanakarnold.com.
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Reviews for Harriet Spies
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5My kids really like this just Harriet series. It isn’t as endearing as the boy called bat series in my opinion, but Harriet is a precocious girl that gets up to so many adventures and wrestles with some practical life lessons. Overall it was a fun read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5First sentence: If you're not a people person, you probably wouldn't like living at a bed-and-breakfast. (Even if you really like beds, and you really like breakfasts).Premise/plot: Harriet Spies is the sequel to Just Harriet. To refresh memories all around, Harriet is visiting her grandmother--who runs a bed and breakfast--for the summer. Her mother, who is pregnant, has been put on bed rest. Her father, who is working and trying to manage everything at the house too, thinks its best for everyone if Harriet has some special time with her grandmother. Harriet and her cat, Matzo Ball, have enjoyed many things about the summer...so far. But Harriet doesn't always get along perfectly with all the guests. In this book, Captain, who resides at the bed and breakfast, misplaces her binoculars, she blames Harriet--accuses her of theft. Harriet, who hasn't always been known for telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, isn't believed. Harriet makes a new friend, Clarence, who agrees to help her solve the mystery. Who really took the binoculars...and why????My thoughts: I enjoyed this one. I really enjoyed the first novel in the series, Just Harriet. I really like this community. I like the amount of characterization. The light mystery was enjoyable. I am so glad that she's making friends her own age too.
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Harriet Spies - Elana K. Arnold
1
A Visitor to Marble Island
IF YOU’RE NOT A PEOPLE person, you probably wouldn’t like living at a bed-and-breakfast.
(Even if you really like beds, and you really like breakfasts.)
Lucky for me, I am a people person . . . most of the time. I think people are interesting. They look all different sorts of ways, and they do their hair in all different sorts of styles, and they wear all different sorts of outfits. Especially when they are on vacation. And pretty much everyone who comes to my Nanu’s Bric-a-Brac B&B on Marble Island is on vacation.
I’m not here on vacation, though. I’m here because my mom back home is pregnant and on bed rest, so she can’t look after me, and my dad has to travel for work, so he can’t look after me, either. Usually, Nanu’s job is to run the B and B, but this summer her job is also to look after me. And my job is to help her with B and B stuff. And also to look after Matzo Ball, the world’s best cat.
I guess Nanu’s basset hound, Moneypenny, doesn’t have a job, unless it’s hogging the sunny spot in the front window. She’s getting a little better at sharing with Matzo Ball, though.
Actually, I have lots of jobs. Besides helping Nanu with the B and B and taking care of Matzo Ball, I’m also cleaning out Nanu’s storage shed and I’m making gingerbread birdhouses with Mabel Marble, the neighbor who lives on the other side of the wall in the backyard. And sometimes I help Hans and Gretchen by tasting new ice cream flavors at their shop (though vanilla is still my favorite).
My goal was to get the back shed all cleaned out before my dad came to visit me. But it had already been two weeks since he’d first brought me to the island and he was arriving today, and with all my other jobs, the shed still hadn’t been cleaned out.
Maybe that was better, though. It meant that Dad would be able to help me. Dad likes to be helpful.
After we washed the breakfast dishes, Nanu and I got ready to go pick up Dad from the ferry. I was so excited to see him that I kept doing my Happy to See Dad dance, which I was making up as I went along. Basically it involved lots of spins and dramatic arm movements and things like that.
If you keep that up,
said the Captain, poor Moneypenny won’t ever settle in for her morning nap.
The Captain, a visiting ornithologist to Marble Island, was Nanu’s longest-standing guest at the Bric-a-Brac. (An ornithologist, if you don’t know, is a bird expert. And do you know what experts love, more than almost anything else? Talking about the thing they’re an expert on. Don’t get the Captain going about island loggerhead shrikes if you don’t have at least half an hour to listen.) In addition to being Nanu’s longest-standing guest, the Captain is also the tallest. And maybe the strongest. Everything about the Captain is impressive. Now she was standing at the bottom of the stairs. She had on her birding vest, with all the little pockets, and her birding hat, with its wide brim, and she wore her binoculars around her neck. She was patting all the pockets of her vest, like she was looking for something.
Moneypenny already had two naps this morning,
I said, which wasn’t technically true, but might have been. She’s all napped out.
Hmm,
said the Captain, and she looked like maybe she was going to say something else, but just then Nanu came out of the kitchen carrying a big paper bag—the kind you get from the grocery store—and held it out.
Here you go, Captain,
Nanu said. There was just enough olallieberry jam left to make your sandwiches. And there’s hard-boiled eggs, and a thermos of tea, and fruit, of course.
Thank you, Agnes,
said the Captain. Then she asked, Have you seen my compass?
The Captain was one of the smartest people I’d ever met, but she sure did misplace things a lot. Fortunately, Nanu was great at finding things. You know that saying, about how someone might lose their head if it wasn’t screwed on? I don’t think the Captain would ever forget her head, but she forgets most everything else. Except her binoculars. A bird-watcher wouldn’t get far without those.
I found the compass on the dining room table and slipped it into your lunch bag so you wouldn’t forget it,
Nanu said.
Ah,
the Captain said. Thank you.
She took the lunch bag. It looked heavy.
Nanu picked up her bright-yellow hat from the entry table and pushed it firmly over her curly hair. I like Nanu’s hair. I hope that one day when I’m really old mine will be silver and gray and white and brown, like hers.
Agnes,
said the Captain, frowning, your hat has so much cat hair on it that it’s practically meowing.
She set her lunch bag on the front table, took the hat from Nanu’s head, and, opening the front door, shook it until Matzo Ball’s peachy perfect fuzz rose from it in a cloud. The fusillade of fur is really becoming a problem,
she continued. It gets everywhere. Something needs to change.
She handed the hat back to Nanu.
He barely drops any fur at all,
I said, ignoring the Captain’s showy big words.
Matzo Ball must have heard us talking about him. Or maybe he just heard the front door opening. Either way, he appeared like a bolt of silent orange lightning and darted outside. He stopped still, all his perfect whiskers pointing forward. Something was rustling around in the front bushes, and Matzo Ball was going to do his best to sneak up on it. He took one silent step forward . . . then another . . .
The Captain’s big, square hands reached down and grabbed him, just before he leaped into the bushes. Oh no, you don’t,
she said.
Mrow,
said Matzo Ball, insulted.
"He wasn’t going to hurt anything, I said.
He was just exploring."
Tell that to the bird I pried out of his jaws the day before yesterday,
said the Captain. She carried Matzo Ball back inside and dropped him unceremoniously on the rug. I could tell from the way he twitched his ears that he was irritated, but he stretched out a leg and began to groom it, pretending that he didn’t care at all about the Captain. Harriet,
she said, "I’ve told you at least half a dozen times that you must keep a better watch on this feline of yours."
I know that feline
is just a fancy word for cat,
but it was the way the Captain said it that I didn’t like. I dropped to my knees and scratched the top of Matzo Ball’s head to distract him from the insult. I always know exactly where Matzo Ball is,
I said, which was a lie. It’s basically impossible to always know where a cat is. They are very particular about their private time.
But the Captain wasn’t listening to me. Agnes,
she said to Nanu, I really do wonder if the cat should be allowed downstairs at all. Between the bird chasing and the shedding and the clawing, it might be better for everyone if he was kept strictly upstairs.
It wouldn’t be better for Matzo Ball.
I scooped him onto my lap and squeezed his fuzzy, perfect, peachy body. He began to purr. "It wouldn’t be better for me. I turned to Nanu.
Tell the Captain that Matzo Ball can go anywhere he wants."
But Nanu didn’t. Instead, she said, The Captain has a point, Harriet. You do need to keep a better eye on him. Cute as Matzo Ball is, his time here hasn’t entirely been smooth sailing.
If it’s too much responsibility for Harriet to mind her cat,
the Captain said, maybe Walter could take him back across to the mainland.
There was no way I was going to let Dad take my cat away from Marble Island. And what made the Captain think she was in charge, anyway? She was just a guest at the bed-and-breakfast! A bossy guest.
One way or the other,
said the Captain, picking up her lunch bag, something must be done about that cat.
I narrowed my eyes at the Captain’s lunch bag. Then I said, "Nanu, did you give the Captain all the olallieberry jam? I was saving it for Dad."
We can stop by the market for a fresh jar.
Nanu put her hat back on.
I didn’t really want to make jam sandwiches for lunch. I was just mad at the Captain. Sometimes when I’m mad or anxious or bored, I say things that aren’t true. It’s a bad habit, and one I’m trying to break. But now I had another problem, which was that I didn’t want to stop at the market.
Let’s just make egg salad,
I said. I don’t want to waste any of my Dad time at the grocery store.
Dad had told me on the phone that he’d only be able to stay for four hours, the time between when the first morning ferry arrived and when the early-afternoon ferry left, so that he could get home to Mom before dinner. The Captain had given me an old watch with a flashlight and a countdown timer on it, and I had it strapped to my wrist, ready to go.