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Product Details

  • Age Range: 8 - 12 years
  • Grade Level: 3 - 7
  • Series: Spy School
  • Paperback: 320 pages
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers; Reprint edition (April 2, 2013)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1442421835
  • ISBN-13: 978-1442421837
  • Product Dimensions: 5.1 x 0.9 x 7.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (118 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #5,951 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

Stuart Gibbs is the author of Belly Up, Poached, Spy School, Spy Camp, Evil Spy School, and Space Case. He has also written the screenplays for movies like See Spot Run and Repli-Kate, worked on a whole bunch of animated films, developed TV shows for Nickelodeon, Disney Channel, ABC, and Fox, and researched capybaras (the world’s largest rodents). He lives with his wife and children in Los Angeles.

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Spy School
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RECRUITMENT


Ripley Residence

2107 Mockingbird Road

Vienna, Virginia

January 16

1530 hours

“Hello, Ben,” said the man in my living room. “My name is Alexander Hale. I work for the CIA.”

And just like that, my life became interesting.

It hadn’t been, up till then. Not by a long shot. That day had been a prime example: day 4,583, seven months into the twelfth year of my mundane existence. I had dragged myself out of bed, eaten breakfast, gone to middle school, been bored in class, stared at girls I was too embarrassed to approach, had lunch, slogged through gym, fallen asleep in math, been harassed by Dirk the Jerk, taken the bus home . . .

And found a man in a tuxedo sitting on the couch.

I didn’t doubt he was a spy for a second. Alexander Hale looked exactly like I’d always imagined a spy would. A tiny bit older, perhaps—he seemed about fifty—but still suave and debonair. He had a small scar on his chin—from a bullet, I guessed, or maybe something more exotic, like a crossbow. There was something very James Bond about him; I could imagine he’d been in a car chase on the way over and taken out the bad guys without breaking a sweat.

My parents weren’t home. They never were when I got back from school. Alexander had obviously “let himself in.” The photo album from our family vacation to Virginia Beach sat open on the coffee table before him.

“Am I in trouble?” I asked.

Alexander laughed. “For what? You’ve never done anything wrong in your life. Unless you count the time you spiked Dirk Dennett’s Pepsi with Ex-Lax—and frankly, that kid was asking for it.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “How did you know that?”

“I’m a spy. It’s my job to know things. Do you have anything to drink?”

“Uh, sure.” My mind quickly cataloged every beverage in the house. Although I had no idea what this man was doing there, I found myself desperately wanting to impress him. “My folks have all kinds of stuff. What would you like? A martini?”

Alexander laughed again. “This isn’t the movies, kid. I’m on the clock.”

I blushed, feeling foolish. “Oh. Right. Water?”

“I was thinking more like an energy drink. Something with electrolytes, just in case I need to leap into action. I had to ditch some undesirables on my way over here.”

“Undesirables?” I tried to sound cool, as though I discussed things like this every day. “What sort of . . .?”

“I’m afraid that information is classified.”

“Of course. That makes sense. Gatorade?”

“That’d be grand.”

I headed to the kitchen.

Alexander followed. “The Agency has had its eye on you for some time,” he said.

I paused, surprised, the refrigerator door half open. “Why?”

“For starters, you asked us to.”

“I did? When?”

“How many times have you accessed our website?”

I grimaced, feeling foolish once again. “Seven hundred twenty-eight.”

Alexander looked the tiniest bit intrigued. “That’s exactly right. Usually you merely play the games on the kids’ page—at which you performed very well, by the way—but you’ve also browsed the employment and internship pages with some regularity. Ergo, you’ve considered a career as a spy. And when you express an interest in the CIA, the CIA becomes interested in you.” Alexander pulled a thick envelope from inside his tuxedo and set it on the kitchen counter. “We’ve been impressed.”

The envelope was marked, To be hand-delivered ONLY to Mr. Benjamin Ripley. There were three security seals on it, one of which required a steak knife to open. Inside was a thick wad of paper. The first page had only one sentence: Destroy these documents immediately after reading.

The second page began: Dear Mr. Ripley: It is my great privilege to accept you to the Academy of Espionage of the Central Intelligence Agency, effective immediately. . . .

I set the letter down, at once stunned, thrilled, and confused. My whole life, I’d dreamt of being a spy. And yet . . .

“You think it’s a joke,” Alexander said, reading my mind.

“Well . . . yes. I’ve never heard of the CIA’s Academy of Espionage.”

“That’s because it’s top secret. But I assure you it exists. I graduated from there myself. A fine institution, dedicated to creating the agents of tomorrow today. Congratulations!” Alexander raised his glass of Gatorade and flashed a blinding smile.

I clinked glasses with him. He waited for me to drink some of mine before downing his, which I figured was a habit you picked up after a lifetime of having people try to poison you.

I caught a glimpse of my own reflection in the microwave behind Alexander—and doubt descended on me. It didn’t seem possible that he and I could have been selected by the same organization. Alexander was handsome, athletic, sophisticated, and cool. I wasn’t. How could I be qualified to keep the world safe for democracy when I’d been shaken down for my lunch money three times that week alone?

“But how—?” I began.

“. . . did you get into the academy when you didn’t even apply?”

“Er—yes.”

“Applications merely provide opportunities for you to tell the institution you’re applying to about yourself. The CIA already has all the information it needs.” Alexander removed a small handheld computer from his pocket and consulted it. “For example, you’re a straight-A student who speaks three languages and has Level 16 math skills.”

“What’s that mean?”

“What is 98,261 times 147?”

“14,444,367.” I didn’t even have to think about it. I have a gift for mathematics—and, as a result, an uncanny ability to always know exactly what time it is—although for much of my life, I hadn’t realized this was anything special. I thought everyone could do complex mathematical equations in their heads . . . or instantly calculate how many days, weeks, or minutes they’d been alive. I was 3,832 days old when I found out otherwise.

“That’s Level 16,” Alexander said, then looked at his computer again. “According to our files, you also aced your STIQ exams, have a strong aptitude for electronics, and harbor a severe crush on a Miss Elizabeth Pasternak—although, sadly, she appears to have no idea you exist.”

I’d assumed as much about Elizabeth, but it still hurt to hear it confirmed. By the CIA, no less. So I tried to divert attention. “Stick exams? I don’t remember taking those.”

“You wouldn’t. You didn’t even know you were taking them. Standardized Test Inserted Questions: STIQ. The CIA places them in every standardized test to assess potential espionage aptitude. You’ve gotten every one right since third grade.”

“You insert your own questions in the standardized tests? Does the Department of Education know that?”

“I doubt it. They don’t know much of anything over at Education.” Alexander set his empty glass in the sink and rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Well, enough chitchat. Let’s get you packed, shall we? You have a busy afternoon ahead.”

“You mean, we’re going now?”

Alexander turned back to me, already halfway to the stairs. “You scored in the ninety-nine point ninth percentile on the perception section of your STIQs. What part of ‘effective immediately’ did you not understand?”

I stammered a bit; there were still a hundred questions tumbling around in my brain, vying to be asked at once. “I . . . uh . . . well . . . Why am I packing? How far away is this academy?”

“Oh, not far at all. Just across the Potomac in DC. But becoming a spy is a full-time job, so all students are required to live on campus. Your training lasts six years, starting in the equivalent of seventh grade and going through twelfth. You’ll be a first year, obviously.” With that, Alexander bounded up the steps to my room.

When I got there twenty seconds later, he already had my suitcase open and was casting a disdainful eye on the contents of my closet. “Not a single decent suit.” He sighed. He selected a few sweaters and tossed them on my bed.

“Is the academy on a different schedule than normal schools?” I asked.

“No.”

“Then why are they accepting me now? It’s the middle of the school year.” I pointed to the four inches of fresh snow piled on my windowsill.

For the first time since I’d met him, Alexander Hale appeared at a loss for words. It didn’t last long. Less than a second. As though there were something he wanted to say but didn’t.

Instead, he told me, “There was a sudden opening.”

“Someone quit?”

“Flunked out. Your name was next on the list. Do you have any weapons?”

In retrospect, I realize the question was designed to distract me from the current topic. It served its purpose extremely well. “Uh . . . I have a slingshot.”

“Slingshots are for squirrels. We don’t fight many squirrels in the CIA. I meant real weapons. Guns, knives, perhaps a pair of nunchucks . . .”

“No.”

Alexander shook his head slightly, as though disappointed. “Well, it’s no matter. The school armory can loan you some. In the meantime, I suppose this will suffice.” He pulled my dusty old tennis racket from the back of the closet and swung it like a sword. “Just in case there’s trouble, you know.”

For the first time it occurred to me that Alexander might be armed himself. There was a slight bulge in his tuxedo, right below his left armpit, which I now took to be a gun. In that moment, the entire encounter with him—which had merely been strange and exciting so far—became slightly unsettling as well.

“Maybe before I make any big decisions, I should discuss all this with my parents,” I said.

Alexander wheeled on me. “Out of the question. The existence of the academy is classified. No one is to know you are attending. Not your parents, not your best friends, not Elizabeth Pasternak. No one. As far as they’re concerned, you’ll be attending St. Smithen’s Science Academy for Boys and Girls.”

“A science academy?” I frowned. “I’ll be training to save the world, but everyone’s gonna think I’m a dork.”

“Isn’t that pretty much how everyone thinks of you now?”

I winced. He did know a lot about me. “They’ll think I’m an even bigger dork.”

Alexander sat on my bed and looked me in the eye. “Being an elite operative demands sacrifice,” he said. “This is only the beginning. Your training won’t be easy. And if you succeed, your life won’t be easy. A lot of people can’t hack it. So if you want to back out . . . this is your chance.”

I assumed this was a final test. The last step in my recruitment. A chance to prove I wouldn’t be dissuaded by the threat of hard work and tough times ahead.

It wasn’t. Alexander was being honest with me, but I was too caught up in the excitement of being chosen to notice. I wanted to be just like Alexander Hale. I wanted to be suave and debonair. I wanted to “let myself in” to people’s homes with a gun casually tucked inside my tuxedo. I wanted to ditch undesirables, keep the world safe, and impress the heck out of Elizabeth Pasternak. I wouldn’t have even minded a rakish crossbow scar on my chin.

And so, I stared back into his steel gray eyes and made the worst decision of my life.

“I’m in,” I said. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

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I recommend this book to all kids 8 and up!!!
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This book captures that along with a great humor that keeps your eyes glued to the page from start to finish and keeps you on the edge of your seat for the sequel!
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195 of 223 people found the following review helpful By S. Thomas on April 30, 2012
Format: Hardcover
If you want an overview of the book, you can read the synopsis or some of the other views. I am just letting other parents know that there are words such as "da--" and "a--" that are thrown in casually throughout this book. If you don't mind your kids reading it, and then just as casually, saying those words, then no worries. But as decent and fun as the storyline might be, I don't want my 8 or 12 year-old thinking those words are okay to be carelessly (or carefully) thrown around. I can't understand why the author feels they are necessary to the story; it would have worked just as well without them, and much better for me.
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9 of 9 people found the following review helpful By Noe Lindemuth on April 2, 2013
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This book is awesome!! It starts out when this man, Alexander Hale, shows up at this boy named Ben's house after school. Alexander goes on to tell Ben about Spy School. He leaves, and then arrives at Spy School. Then, there is an attack at the school. The rest of the book is up to you. Go, read it!!!

PARENTS, BEWARE!! There is a a-- or a f--- thrown in there. Just saying. Stuart Gibbs could of written this without those words in this book, It would have made it as good or better. Just as long as you have told your kids not to say them or you don't mind those words thrown around.

Final thoughts: Overall, 5 out of 5 stars. Stuart really did it this time. I can not wait for Spy Camp to come out. Go, read it!! Also, great price. Goodness, $5 is a SUPER bargain considering most kindle books are $10<.
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15 of 17 people found the following review helpful By J.Prather TOP 500 REVIEWERVINE VOICE on April 20, 2012
Format: Kindle Edition
Spy School is a fun read, full of quirky characters and enough action to make sure that nobody is putting this book down until it's over. Stuart Gibbs has a great talent for combining action, complex plots, and humor. We saw it in Belly Up, and the same style is present here. This is a very well plotted and paced mystery that doesn't talk down to its pre-teen/teen audience. The writer includes some impressive vocabulary, and you really have to pay attention if you're going to follow what's going on. This reads like an action thriller made for the big screen, with an unexpected dash of humor that will have you chuckling aloud along with young Ben Ripley.

Ben is a very believable character, and while the author has placed him in an unbelievable position, his dialogue is authentic and witty. Lest the girls feel left out, Erica is a perfect counterpart to Ben. She's the one with the mad spy skills, and it's fun to see her rescue him again and again. Ben takes it all with a grain of salt. He comes across as a young man quite comfortable in his own lack of skill, and the crush he has on Erica makes their interactions very entertaining. This has all the makings of a great series, and it will be fun to see how their relationship progresses as they each learn to appreciate the other's unique talents.

This is a very entertaining read that is sure to appeal to young fans of adventure fiction. There is lots of violence, but none of the graphic sort. Everything occurs out of scene, and is almost, but not quite cartoon-like. A great choice for readers grades 5-8.
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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful By C. Beach on December 29, 2013
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I read this to my 9 yr old, who LOVES any spy stories and he said this is one of his favorites. We are now reading Spy Camp (the sequel to Spy School). My only complaint is the cursing...I could skip over the words since I was doing to reading, but I would not recommend it for young children if they are reading it themselves. It is beyond me why they feel the need to put that kind of language in children's literature!
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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful By Jennie on March 6, 2012
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This is a terrific book. It's suspense filled and has great, relatable main characters. I flew through the book because I couldn't wait to see what happens! Best of all, the book is truly funny. I greatly enjoyed this read.
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18 of 25 people found the following review helpful By Ren on December 6, 2013
Format: Paperback
Bought this at school book fair. My son is enjoying reading it but told me today that it has bad words in it. I was surprised to hear this and thought I should let other parents know that this book uses the a-- word and the d--- word. I now read that there is another parent complaining of this also. Why would an author use such language for a book written for children to read?
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5 of 7 people found the following review helpful By Esteemed Protector on November 24, 2012
Format: Hardcover
Is Ben Ripley lucky! He has been chosen to attend an ultra elite super secret spy school for the best of the nation's best. He will learn are sorts of cool stuff, meet exciting people, and go on exciting adventures. He can hardly wait! Of course, things are not always what one expects. He has problems fitting in, encounters with the bullies and, worst still, finds himself the target of assassins. Will he find out what is going on? Will he survive? Will he get the girl?
Spy School is aimed at the grammar school to junior high crowd and, as such, should not be taken too seriously. True, there are life and death situations, gunfire, as well as the inevitable mischief all superspies-in-training get into. There is also a humorous side to Spy School, though. The author gleefully pokes fun at several of the teachers, the students, and their kill-or-be-killed classes.
Personally, I have no problem recommending this book. It is exciting, suspenseful, and fun. I recommend it for its intended audience range or any adult that wants an amusing look at what school could have been like!
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A few interesting things that Stuart Gibbs has done:

Worked at a zoo

Researched capybaras (the world's largest rodents)

Climbed Mount Kilimanjaro

Faced down a charging elephant

Ice-climbed a glacier in Patagonia

Visited the cockpit of the Space Shuttle Atlantis

Helped rescue sixteen children from drowning off the coast of Israel

Written a few movies that actually got made (See Spot Run; Repli-Kate; Showdown)

Worked on a few animated movies (Anastasia; Open Season 3; Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers)

He is currently at work on some more books. "Evil Spy School" will be out in April, 2015. "Big Game," the third book in the FunJungle series will be out in fall 2015. And the sequel to "Space Case" will be out in spring of 2016.

You can learn more about what Stuart is up to at www.stuartgibbs.com

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