Just Add Magic by Cindy Callaghan (English) Paperback Book

Description: Just Add Magic by Cindy Callaghan Take three friends. Add an old cookbook. Combine with cute boys and a pinch of magic . . . and see what kind of chaos ensues. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Take three friends. Add an old cookbook. Combine with cute boys and a pinch of magic...and see what kind of chaos ensues! When Kelly Quinn and her two BFFs discover a dusty old cookbook while cleaning out the attic, the girls decide to try a few of the mysterious and supposedly magical recipes that are inside. To their surprise, the Keep Em Quiet Cobbler actually silences Kellys pesky little brother and the Hexberry Tart puts a curse on mean girl Charlotte. Is it possible that the recipes really are magic? Who wrote them and where did they come from? And most importantly of all, when boys get involved, what kind of trouble are the girls stirring up for themselves? Author Biography Cindy Callaghan is the author of the middle grade novels Lost in London, Lost in Paris, Lost in Rome, Lost in Ireland (formerly titled Lucky Me), Lost in Hollywood, the award-winning Sydney Mackenzie Knocks Em Dead, Just Add Magic (which is now a breakout streaming original series), and its sequel Potion Problems. She lives in Wilmington, Delaware. Review Quote "You dont have to be ill tobenefit from this remarkable book. Ms. Segal provides simple but powerfulexercises that help you connect with your body and inner wisdom, to promotephysical, mental, and emotional healing at the deepest level, allowing you tolive a happy, healthy, and more abundant life."?Hyla Cass, MD, author ofNatural Highs, former assistant clinicalprofessor of Psychiatry at UCLA School of Medicine Excerpt from Book Just Add Magic 1 The Secret in the Attic Question: What do you get when you mix two girls hungry for cash with a cleaning project? Answer: Kelly Quinn and Darbie OBrien in a dark, dusty, spider-webby attic on their last day of summer vacation. Correction: I, Kelly Quinn, was cleaning. Darbie Rollerbladed in the clutter-free areas, careful not to bang her head on the rafters. THUD! I had missed Darbie this summer while she had been at her dads house at the beach and I had been at camp. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Fine." Darbie sat among the piles of attic stuff, rubbing her head. "Where did all this junk-arooni come from?" she asked. "Some of it was my grandmothers. And some belongs to the witch, Mrs. Silvers, from across the street. Her basement flooded years ago, and presto, we got her junk," I said. "Are you gonna give it back to her?" "She says she doesnt want any of it," I said. Darbie lifted a heavy old book out of a tub full of old books, magazines, and newspapers. "Check out this book. It looks older than my grandpa Stan." She blew off the dust, her skin shining with sweat, and I noticed her freckles were dark from her beach tan. (I never mention her freckles out loud. Last time I did, she Rollerbladed over my sandwich: smoked ham and Muenster cheese, with honey mustard on rye.) Books are "blah" to Darbie. I dont love them myself, unless its my journal or one of my cookbooks. Oh, BTW, Im Kelly Quinn, age twelve, seventh-grader, lover of all things cooking, mediocre soccer player, average student, and best friend to Darbie OBrien and Hannah Hernandez. I wasnt thrilled to spend my last day of summer vacation cleaning the attic. However, I needed the money, and any time I could spend hanging with one of my BFFs couldnt be all that bad. "Look, Kell," Darbie said excitedly, dusting off a book. "Its dated 1953." For a book to capture Darbies attention, I figured it mustve been something pretty interesting. "Wow, thats older than my mom." I wiped the rest of the book off with the bottom of my T-shirt. "Its a World Book Encyclopedia, Volume T ." "Encyclopedia? Yuck!" Darbie tossed the book like it was a hot tamale burning her fingers. I was curious, so I flipped through it. I looked for "tamale." It only took a second for me to realize there was no tamale, tomato, turnovers, or anything else starting with the letter T . In fact, the book wasnt filled with anything encyclopedia-ish. The original pages were pasted over with yellowed stationery. The papers were thick, a little crunchy, and stained in places. The words on the stationery were handwritten, a little sloppy, and a few were in Spanish. I knew what I was looking at right away. These were recipes. I sat on the trunk and looked at each heavy page. The names of the recipes were very interesting: Forget-Me-Not Cupcakes, Love Bug Juice, and Tell Me the Truth Tea. And there were notes written all around the edges of the stationery, in the margins of the encyclopedia. "Darbie," I said. "This isnt an encyclopedia at all. Its a bunch of recipes hidden in an encyclopedia. Do you know what that makes this?" I asked. "A recipedia!" Darbie said, grabbing some chunky pearls and bejeweled sunglasses from a hatbox as she Rollerbladed by. "That sounds perfect for a Food Network junkie like you." She was right. I love to cook. Ever since my encounter with the famous TV chef Felice Foudini herself, I havent been able to get enough of cooking. My mom and I cook together all the time, and my other BFF, Hannah, gave me the very first book in my cookbook collection, which consists of six books ranging across the meal, dessert, and snack spectrums. Theyre stored on a kitchen shelf with different colored Post-it notes sticking out from all sides. "No, not a recipedia. Listen to this stuff: Induces sleep, Keeps em quiet, Brings your true amor . Darbie, theres only one thing better than a cookbook, and thats a Secret Recipe Book! And thats exactly what this is." Just then, the latch on the attic door jiggled. It rattled hard like someone was trying to break in, which was strange because I wouldve preferred breaking out . Suddenly my sweaty mom, who had been cleaning out the garage, tumbled into the attic from pushing the door so hard. She stood at the top of the stairs with a red bandana covering her hair and ears, and yellow rubber dishwashing gloves covering her hands, looking like shed just appeared on Extreme Makeover: Dork Edition . Thank goodness Hannah wasnt here to see the outfit. Shes our local fashionista, particularly known for always color coordinating her headband, outfit, and socks. "Mrs. Silvers just called." Mom sounded frustrated that Mrs. Silvers had interrupted her cleaning day. "She said Rosey pooped in her yard again. Would you please go over and pick it up?" Mrs. Silvers is my older-than-dirt neighbor from across the street and shes as nasty as a witch. Shes convinced that Rosey, our beagle, flies over, or tunnels under, our fenced-in backyard every day for the sole purpose of pooping in her yard. One day, when Rosey was a puppy, before we had the fence, she actually did poop in that yard and Mrs. Silvers saw her. Rosey hasnt left our yard since. Still, thanks to that incident, I scoop for every dog on Coyote Street that uses Mrs. Silverss yard as their personal bathroom. While scooping didnt thrill me, I was dying to get out of the hot attic to get some sunlight and fresh air. "Sure," I said, and Mom vanished back down the stairs. Darbie said, "She looks like shes arming herself to enter a chicken pox colony." "Unlike you, my mom hates bugs and spiders. She wont touch them. When she cleans, shes afraid theyll land in her hair or crawl into her ears," I explained. Darbie considered this. I could tell she was thinking about the bug thing. "Before you ask, no. You cant stay and catch any. Besides, bats and rats hang out in attics, not bugs," I told her. When our attic work was pretty much done, we headed across the street to Mrs. Silverss house. I walked, pooper-scooper in hand, while Darbie Rollerbladed. She blades pretty much everywhere. The crazy thing is that Darbie isnt a great blader. Shes an okay blader who just manages to keep herself upright. (Of course, I dont tell her that.) She stumbled to the driveway, to the sidewalk, to the street, to the grass. I held out my arm in case she needed it for balance. I couldnt get the Secret Recipe Book out of my mind. "Why do you think theyre hidden in the encyclopedia?" "What? The recipes?" Darbie asked. "Darb, not just any recipes, secret recipes ." "Right. Well, they are probably hidden because theyre secret." "Exactly what I was thinking." As we got to the yard I warned Darbie, "Dont look directly into Mrs. Silverss eyes. Youll turn to stone." Mrs. Silvers yelled from her front porch, "If I see that mutt again, Im going to call the pound!" She was surprisingly loud for a woman who looked old enough to be dead. Besides the flabby wrinkles that hung from a face covered in a perpetual scowl, her white hair made her recognizable from miles away. It was short and somehow able to defy gravity by sticking straight up in the air. It reminded me of one of those toy trolls that sits on top of a pencil. And while I assumed she had feet, we couldnt see them under the weird muumuu/housedress thing she always wore. "Man, Silvers is a grouch-a-saurus," Darbie said under her breath. "You would be too if you were a hundred years old and bent over all crooked," I said. I didnt actually know how old she was, but a hundred sounded about right. "Why do you have to scoop the poop?" Darbie asked. "Since Roseys mostly my dog, I have to be responsible for her." I mimicked my dad on "responsible for her." "And because, if I dont, I wont get my allowance, which I need to support my Swirley habit." Darbie nodded understandingly. She and Hannah had the habit too. Super Swirleys were the best milkshakes in Delaware, and possibly the world. Theyre ice cream and all kinds of other stuff blended into a heavenly frozen concoction. I cant live without them. They were made at Sams Super iScream, which, luckily, was within walking distance from my house. After a refreshing breath of mid-Atlantic air, we headed back across the street and entered my house through the garage. We stopped in the kitchen for ice water. Our vegetable-themed kitchen was my favorite room in the house. The walls were painted artichoke green. Our plates were eggplant purple and stacked nicely in a tall glass-doored cabinet. The wallpaper border was a conga line of dancing carrots, cucumbers, bell peppers, radishes, and mushrooms, all with legs, holding pretty much every kitchen appliance, gadget, and accessory imaginable. Mom appeared, thankfully sans her protective gear. Her spider-free blond hair was flipped up in a clip. Shed changed into a clean LIFE IS GOOD shirt, gray cotton miniskirt, and cute sandals: undorked. "If I pretend Darb Details ISBN1442402687 Author Cindy Callaghan Edition Description Original Language English ISBN-10 1442402687 ISBN-13 9781442402683 Media Book Format Paperback Short Title JUST ADD MAGIC DEWEY FIC Audience Age 9-13 Year 2010 Publication Date 2010-10-12 Series Just Add Magic Series Number 1 Pages 240 Audience Children / Juvenile Publisher Simon & Schuster Imprint Simon & Schuster Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States US Release Date 2010-10-12 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:33813370;

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