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Margarita and Bindi have big plans for the Fourth of July, involving borrowed bicycles, a geocaching power trail, live podcasts, and plenty of fun. But their day quickly goes awry when they stumble upon what looks like a murder in progress.
Strange rivalries and secret alliances test Margarita’s puzzle-solving skills, and Bindi suffers a rather painful setback when she comes face to face with someone she never thought she’d see again.
The overly stoic sheriff can’t be in two places at once, so the girls need to figure out whodunit and rescue the next potential victim before the explosive finale.
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1. What is the first book you remember reading by yourself as a child?
The Golden Book version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. I remember sitting on my bedroom floor and reading it out loud to a small ring of stuffed animals. My door was open, and when I finished reading I looked up to see my mom peeking in on me. I got all embarrassed for some reason, which is probably why the memory’s so strong. Judging by which house that was, I was four years old.
2. What are you reading right now?
I just finished a YA historical fiction novel called Stone & Silt, by Harvey Chute. It’s an homage to his home town’s turbulent history during the Canadian gold rush years. I’m a sucker for worldbuilding and detail, and Mr. Chute nailed the detail in this book.
3. How does your garden grow?
We’ve been in peace talks for months now, but I think we’ll have to back away from the table for the winter and set aside final decision-making until next spring. The dandelions are insistent on encroaching upon the vegetables, but even they complain about the windborne weeds whose seed stalks explode in all directions when they’re bumped. Everyone hates the grass sprouts, but only because they have such a strong underground presence. The flowerbeds have come late to the negotiating table, and no one besides me wants to hear anything they have to say, so I’m afraid I have a figuratively uphill battle there. If no one will listen to me by next spring, I will feel obligated to break out the weapons of mass instruction and make everyone’s borders into physical objects. Resistance will be mulched.
4. What is the last thing you Googled?
“What is the term for fear of clowns” Because, you see, I’m not afraid of clowns, or I’d know it. I saw a creepy/funny image in my Facebook feed today, showing an old porch with several small, dirty clown dolls lined up on it. The image poster said they’d helped a friend move into a new house, and they’d found a rather unbelievable number of clown dolls under said porch. I was feeling witty, but I needed that term from Google to complete my comment, which was thus: “Old occupant: coulrophobic. New neighbor: sadist. tl;dr: expect more clowns.” Yes, that’s right. I tl;dr’d six words of text. Like a boss!
5. What makes you cringe?
As someone who’s experienced a moderate variety of broken bones and other painful injuries (mostly in the course of earning a black belt in danzan ryu jujitsu, but also in the course of sneaking around my college campus dressed like a freaking ninja, because college), I cringe every time I see those slo-mo replays of sports injuries. Yes, oh, please, can we slow down the images of Seahawk Michael Bennett’s head just snapping backward today in the game against the Texans? Ooh ooh, or that just murdered hip from today’s Titans game. Gaaaa, no! Cannot unsee! I’m actively cringing now! Lalalala, ponies and kittens! Chocolate, mmm, minty chocolate. Okay, I’m good now. Whew!