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Mall Girl Meets the Shadow Vandal by @KimberlyBaer14 is a Canada/America Event pick #mglit #july4

Title: Mall Girl Meets the Shadow Vandal

Author: Kimberly Baer

Genre: Middle-Grade Mystery

Book Blurb:

Chloe Lamont doesn't live in a neighborhood, like most kids. Her house is in the middle of the mall. And now someone is stealing items from her house and using them to vandalize stores. Who is trying to frame her? And how are they getting into the house?

Desperate to catch the real vandal and clear her name, Chloe seeks help from the kids in her Mystery Reading Group at school. While searching for clues, the Mystery Groupers make an astounding discovery. And then things get really crazy…

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I hate getting up early, so it’s a blessed relief when Saturday morning rolls around and I get to sleep in.

Then I wake up and find out there’s been another egging.

Mom tells me about it when she comes home at lunchtime. This time Maynard’s Shoes was the victim. A bunch of shoes on display out front got hit. Like last time, the police think the crime took place in the middle of the night.

“How many—” I begin.

“Eight. They used eight eggs.”

She turns abruptly and heads into the kitchen. I’m right behind her. We park ourselves in front of the refrigerator.

“I bought a new carton on Thursday,” she says, twisting her opal ring around and around on her pinkie. “I haven’t used any eggs at all. If you haven’t either, there should still be a full dozen.”

“I haven’t used any.”

She takes a deep breath and tugs open the refrigerator door. She has the grim demeanor of a fourteenth-century villager about to open a vampire’s coffin. She takes out the egg carton and places it on the counter. Gingerly, she lifts the lid.

There are four eggs inside, crowded together at the left end of the carton. The rest of the carton looks starkly empty, like eight tiny bird’s nests emptied of occupants.

“Oh!” Mom clamps a hand over her mouth. “How can this be?”

I can only stare at the carton in silence, dazed by the undeniable truth. Somebody is taking our eggs and using them to attack mall stores. I just don’t know who or how or why.

Mom is looking desperately at me. “Did you drop the carton and maybe break some? It’s okay—I won’t be mad.”

“I didn’t break any eggs. I haven’t touched the carton.”

She paces around the kitchen. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

“Somebody’s stealing our eggs,” I say, and that impossible truth sounds even more impossible spoken aloud. “Did you lock all the doors and windows last night?”

“Of course. Do you still double-check them before you go to bed?”

“Always.” It’s something we’re both paranoid about. The mall is a creepy place at night, when nobody’s around. “Were the doors still bolted this morning when you got up?”

She nods.

“Maybe the person came down the chimney,” I say.

She takes a moment to think that over. “That would be difficult, to say the least. Going back up would be even harder. And it doesn’t explain how they got into the mall after hours. Besides, why would somebody break into our house just to steal eggs? If they’re going to go to all the trouble of breaking in, why not steal our computer or my jewelry?”

She’s staring at me expectantly, waiting for more theories about how eight eggs just walked out of our refrigerator. But I’m out of ideas.

“That’s it. No more eggs for us,” my mother says fiercely. “I’m just not going to buy them anymore. If we want eggs, we’ll go out to breakfast.”

“Fine by me,” I say.

She pulls out a chair and plops down at the table. “Jack Caldwell will be saying we’re the prime suspects again. After all, we had opportunity.”

“But not motive,” I say, sitting down across from her. “Maynard’s Shoes isn’t your rival. You don’t sell shoes.” I gnaw at a jagged edge of my thumbnail. “This has happened twice now. Don’t you think we should tell the police?”

“No!” she says immediately. Then, with a sigh, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Look, it’s not like we’re guilty,” I remind her. “We’ll just tell the truth and let the police figure things out. That’s what they do.”

Mom is hunched over the table. She says, in a thin voice, “I’m just afraid if the police find out how much you hate living here, they’ll think you’re the one doing the eggings. To get us evicted.”

I’m so flabbergasted, I’m speechless. For a few seconds, anyway. “I can’t believe you would even say that! You think I’m doing the eggings?”

“Not me. But the police might.”

“Oh, so now you’re playing devil’s advocate. Like Jack Caldwell.”

I know what “playing devil’s advocate” means because I looked it up after Jack said it, after Ram tried to say it. It means “taking the opposing viewpoint for the sake of argument.”

“I’m just trying to think like the police. Trying to consider all the possibilities.”

“Oh, yeah?” I stand up, shoving my chair away. “Well, I know I didn’t do the eggings, and you said nobody could have broken into our house. So that leaves you. You must be the guilty party. How’s that for a possibility?”

And I stomp through the living room and storm out the front door.

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What makes your featured book a must-read?

Ever wonder what it’s like to live at the mall—literally? Twelve-year-old Chloe Lamont wants to tell you all about it! Kirkus calls Mall Girl Meets the Shadow Vandal is “A lively, jaunty mystery with a terrific cast of characters.” Reader’s Favorite says it’s “A great read full of fun, adventure, mystery, and the trials of making friends.”

Giveaway –

Enter to win a $15 Amazon (US) gift card:

Open Internationally.

Runs July 1 – July 8, 2021.

Winner will be drawn on July 9, 2021.

Author Biography:

Kimberly Baer wrote her first story at age six. It was about a baby chick that hatched out of a little girl's Easter egg after somehow surviving the hard-boiling process. Nowadays she enjoys writing middle-grade and young adult fiction. She lives in Virginia, where she likes to go power-walking on days when it's not too hot, too cold, too rainy, too snowy, or too windy. On indoor days, you might find her binge-watching one of her favorite TV shows: Gilmore Girls, Friends, or The Office.

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04 jul 2021

Thank you, Kimberly, for sharing your book in our Canada/America Bookish Event!

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