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Informationen zum Autor Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books. Klappentext This brand-new trilogy follows Nancy's adventures at a creepy carnival. Who's writing the burn book blog (i.e. gossip rag), and, later, passing along threatening notes to Lexi Claremont? Nancy goes undercover to find out. 1 THE PERFECT DRESS “I t has to be perfect,” my friend Bess reiterated, twirling around in the three-sided mirror outside the dressing room. “This year is supposed to be the biggest River Heights Celebration yet!” I glanced over at the cobalt blue sundress she wore. It complemented her shoulder-length blond hair and blazing blue eyes. “Well,” I said, “if you’re looking for perfect, I think you found it.” George joined us, several strange-looking gadgets clutched in her hands. “I left you guys for the antiques section an hour ago. Bess, you’ve probably found fifteen perfects since then!” I stifled a laugh. Bess and George were both my closest friends in the world, and they got along fine—but they were cousins and couldn’t be more polar opposites, both in fashion sense and personality. While Bess was ultrafeminine, friendly, and took pride in having the nicest clothes (while spending the least amount of money possible on them), George was more of a tech-head and didn’t care how much her hobbies cost. Bess bit her lip and turned to the side once again, surveying the outfit. “Nancy?” she asked me. “Perfect,” I repeated. George plopped down beside me on the bench in front of the dressing room and surveyed her cousin. “I don’t get why this year is so important,” she said. “There’s a River Heights Celebration every year. Why would this one be any different?” Bess cocked her hip and turned from the mirror to face me and George. “I can’t believe you guys haven’t heard anything about this one. People have been talking about it for months.” I raised an eyebrow. Usually I was pretty up on what was going on around town. But lately I’d been so busy solving mysteries, I’d obviously missed something good. Mrs. Myrtle, an older woman who owned the vintage clothing store we were in, Boom Babies, sniffed at us and passed by with a glint of suspicion in her wrinkle-edged eyes. I groaned inwardly, and Bess gave me an empathetic, knowing look. As an amateur detective in a town as small as River Heights, every time people saw me, they had a tendency to assume I was investigating them for some reason or another. But I couldn’t blame them—oftentimes they were right. “This year is the eightieth Celebration,” Bess explained. “And Mrs. Mahoney is donating a ton of money to make it the best and most exciting Celebration yet. This is no ordinary town picnic. They’re setting up an entire carnival at River Heights High—rides, fireworks, and everything.” George suddenly looked up from fussing with her pile of gadgets. “Rides?” “Wow,” I said. “That’s an awful lot compared to past years. What do you think made Mrs. Mahoney decide to put so much money into it?” Bess shrugged, just as George asked, “What kind of rides? Are we talking carousels or roller coasters?” “I heard that there’s going to be a huge roller coaster going up today—but no one will be able to ride until Friday night, when the carnival opens. And fireworks will be set off at nine o’clock, so it will be dark.” “Yes!” George exclaimed, looking at me expectantly. “Oh, don’t look at me,” I warned. “I’ll stick to the carousels with Bess.” Sure, I enjoyed the occasional criminal investigation. But even one of my best friends in the world wouldn’t be able to convince me to step foot on a roller coaster. “So we’re agreed, this is the dress?” Bess asked. “Yes,” I said with certainty. “But I have to admit, my jud Zusammenfassung Carolyn Keene's iconic girl detec...
