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Product Details

  • Age Range: 10 and up
  • Grade Level: 5 and up
  • Lexile Measure: 780L (What's this?)
  • Series: The Red Blazer Girls (Book 3)
  • Paperback: 336 pages
  • Publisher: Yearling; Reprint edition (May 8, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0375864946
  • ISBN-13: 978-0375864940
  • Product Dimensions: 5.4 x 0.9 x 7.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 7.8 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.8 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (8 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #589,983 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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About the Author

MICHAEL D. BEIL teaches English at a Catholic high school in New York City. But lest anyone peg him as a mere mild-mannered academic, it should be noted that Mike and his wife are also intrepid hikers. This is the third installment in his Red Blazer Girls series for Knopf.


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Chapter 1

Trust me, I thought it was a non-contact sport, too.

I glide through the water after a picture-perfect flip turn, the muscles in my arms and shoulders grateful for those two seconds of rest before my face bursts through the surface. With fifty meters to go and a comfortable lead, I could relax and cruise to the finish, but that's just not me. I'm not about to let a little discomfort get in the way of a personal best time in the 400 individual medley, so I come out of the turn and start the final lap with arms and legs churning. The last twenty meters feel like I'm swimming in oatmeal, and when I finally touch the wall, every molecule in my body is aching and I am struggling to get enough air in my lungs.

My swim coach, Michelle, is standing over me, smiling at the stopwatch in her hand. She bends down, holding it closer for me to see, but the chlorine in my eyes makes it hard for me to focus.

"Good?" I ask, squinting.

"Nope. Grrr-eat. You broke your own record by almost three seconds."

In the lane to my left, my teammate Olivia "Livvy" Klack touches the wall and lifts her perky, perfect nose to face Michelle.

"Nice job, Liv," I say, trying to be friendly. "Thought you were going to pass me in the backstroke." Of the four strokes in the 400 IM--butterfly, back, breast, and freestyle--the backstroke has always been my weakest, and it is Livvy's strongest.

Livvy doesn't even bother to look at me. She just kind of grunts and swims away, ducking under the lane markers to go talk to her friends, who are still finishing.

"What is with you two?" Michelle asks.

"Long story," I say.

And it is. For now, let me just say that while the Red Blazer Girls--that's me and my three best friends, Margaret Wrobel, Rebecca Chen, and Leigh Ann Jaimes--were busy solving the Mystery of the Vanishing Violin, we had a little run-in with Livvy and her friends. I know it sounds incredibly juvenile, but she started it. It's not my fault she picked a fight with four girls who are smart, stubborn, and not at all above a little revenge if the situation requires it. It did. So we did. And while she used to just ignore me, she now appears to be embracing an active hatred of me.

It's our last practice before our first meet, which is against a team from Westchester that has been together for years and is rumored to be really tough. We, on the other hand, have only been practicing at the pool at Asphalt Green, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, for a month. When I was nine and ten, I was on another of Michelle's junior swim teams, but I took a year off from the sport to concentrate on school and the guitar. Funny thing, though. It turns out there is enough time in the day to swim, too, if you're willing to get up at five in the morning. Margaret is still amazed that I'm doing it; after all, I used to grumble and be grouchy all day whenever she decided we absolutely needed an early start on the mystery of the moment and called me at six o'clock. After a few weeks of getting up at five, six is a slice o' strudel.

Michelle gives the stragglers a minute to catch their breath and then turns us all loose for our final cooldown swim--800 meters, alternating between back- and breaststroke. She assigns the center lane to Livvy and me because we're usually fairly well matched, speed-wise. The idea in sharing a lane is like driving a car--always stay to the right--which sounds simple, but nobody can backstroke in a straight line, so we're always running into each other.

When Michelle gives the signal, Livvy and I dive in from opposite ends of the pool. Even though I am definitely not slacking off, Livvy starts to creep up on me almost immediately. Each time we pass by each other, I get a whiff of pure intensity that overpowers the smell of the chlorine. I'll admit it--that all-out 400 took a lot out of me, and I am too tired to get into some weird grudge match with her in what is supposed to be a cooldown swim.

With two laps to go, she is still gaining on me, and Michelle shouts at me to hold her off over the last hundred meters. I groan to myself, but push hard off the wall before starting my breaststroke. When my face breaks through the surface, Livvy is right in front of me, backstroking like some kind of demented propeller-zombie.

"Livvy!" I shout, hoping to prevent a collision.

She veers right, arms still spinning madly, and the heel of her right hand karate-chops me right smack on the nose.

Direct hit. And instantly, the pool looks like a scene from Jaws--there is blood everywhere and Michelle is shouting at me to get out of the pool. Which I would be happy to do if only I could see something besides a gajillion stars. I feel someone's arms around me, dragging me to the side, where several more hands reach down and yank me out of the water.

Like most kids, I've taken a few direct hits to the noggin from soccer balls, but they were nothing compared to what is happening to my face as they lay me down on the pool deck and tilt my head back.

Michelle's first words: "Oh my God."

Not exactly encouraging.

"Sophie, we're going to have to take you to the emergency room. She really whacked you, and you probably need to be checked out for concussion. And . . . um . . . I think your nose is broken."

Not my nose! I love my nose. It's not perky like Livvy's; it's kind of a miniature version of my dad's classic French schnoz. Some people (small-nosed, small-minded people, most likely) might think it's too big. Personally, I prefer to think of it as having a little character.

I reach up to touch it. Big mistake.

"Owwwww!" I scream.




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My 9-year-old daughter loves this series!
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I would also recommend this book to my other best friends, Madison and Anna because they like me for who I am.
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The Red Blazer Girls love a challenge, though, and dive in with all of their talents to solve the case.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful A Kid's Review on July 10, 2011
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I absolutely LOVED this book! I read a ton, so I have very high standards, but this book was right up there with
my all-time favorites. The Red Blazer girls are back on the case when Father Julian has some family issues assoicated with a stolen painting, possibly worth "a gazillion dollars" as Sophie said. The girls are already on the case when Sophie's arch-enemey breaks her nose, a minor set back when meeting her teen idol, a handsome movie-star who is filiming a movie in the area. Again, this book is full of suspense. The author really makes you feel like you are stuck in the elevator, or hanging or the thief's window still trying to switch paintings. I still love how right when you think you solved the mystery, turns out you didin't. If you are looking for a great book to read for fun, The Red Blazer girls shoud be your first choice. READ THIS BOOK!
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Father Julian, the priest at St. Veronica's Roman Catholic Church who proved himself invaluable in The Red Blazer Girls: The Ring of Rocamadour, hires the Red Blazer girls in this third title in the smart, charming series. Sophie St. James and her three best friends/classmates at St. Veronica's Catholic School on East 68th Street in Manhattan, now with several successful cases under their belts, agree to help Father Julian. He has inherited a painting supposedly by the famous modern artist Leonard Pomeroy -- and it will be worth a great deal only if he can prove it was painted before 1963, when Pomeroy died and his family unleashed a raft of Pomeroy forgeries on the world.

Meanwhile, Sophie St. Pierre along with Margaret Wrobel, Rebecca Chen, and Leigh Ann Jaimes get the chance to meet dreamy teen idol Nate Etan, star of No Reflections, a Twilight (The Twilight Saga)-like vampire series. But when Sophie ends up with Nate's dog Tilly in a dog-sitting chore, she thinks it's a dream come true. But will Tilly end up being a nightmare? And what about Nate?

Author Michael D. Beil, a teacher at a Catholic girl's school quite like St. Veronica's, wrote a book as good as the first in the series, "The Ring of Rocamadour," and much better than his sophomore effort, The Red Blazer Girls: The Vanishing Violin.
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Seventh graders Sophie, Rebecca, Margaret and Leigh Ann are earning a reputation --- for solving tough mysteries! And the Red Blazer Girls Detective Agency soon has a new client. Father Julian, the priest at their school, hires them to solve a mystery for his family. His parents own a supposedly valuable painting and are looking to sell it, but there's a good chance it might be a fake. The girls try to sort through all of the clues in order to prove the painting's value, but the situation soon explodes into something a lot more complicated. The Red Blazer Girls love a challenge, though, and dive in with all of their talents to solve the case.

Meanwhile, Sophie's father is a famous French chef, and one evening an equally famous movie star walks into his restaurant. Sophie begs her dad to get an autograph if the handsome Nate Etan returns for another dinner. Well, he does better than that, and gets the girls invited onto Nate's movie set for a day. When Nate's dog takes a liking to Sophie, Nate asks her if she could dog sit for a few days. She jumps at the chance, but soon learns that dog care is a bit harder than she anticipated. Dog sitting also results in the girls stumbling into yet another mysterious conundrum.

While all of the mystery business is playing out, Sophie has some confrontations with her nemesis, Livvy, who even breaks Sophie's nose. Livvy claims it was an accident, and Sophie thinks she believes that. Sophie is also beginning to think that there's more to Livvy than just meanness. When the two are tossed into a scary situation together, it forces them both to wonder if two enemies can actually become friends.

THE MISTAKEN MASTERPIECE is a work of art. This series continues to provide excitement and intrigue as the girls race after multiple mysteries.
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Sophie is having a great time she's enjoying school, has her best sleuth friends close and has decided to join the swim team. Then BAM! Livvy accidentally breaks Sophie's nose during swim practice. She thinks things are looking up for her when she gets invited to meet THE hottest actor Nate Etan and he asks her to watch his dog for a couple of weeks...for money! Then, the dog turns out to be a menace and eats her shoes and valuable clues in their next problem solving adventure!
The next problem to solve: Father Julian has asked the girls to find out 1. Which signed baseball is the correct one and not a fake. 2. If a painting is really a masterpiece or a fake. Then, a third mystery is thrown in when Sophie begins receiving mysterious packages in the mail. And who is the strange man at the gallery that will not leave the building? And why is Raf acting so weird? And what is Livvy really up to?
The Red Blazer Girls series is so fun! It's got humor, drama and I keep learning new things while solving the mysteries along with the girls. Not only that but I think it's about time I make a trip to New York and visit this famous park this book keeps talking about! (oh, and the coffee treats and pizza sound drool-worthy as well)
My favorite part of this book was how they found out which baseball was the fake, I had my heart in my throat when they discovered the mess! (you gotta read it to find out *wink) "Oh NO he didn't!" was my verbal reaction.

I love this series, funny and I learned a few new things on the way.
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I grew up in Andover, Ohio (pop. 1200), where I learned to sail, milk cows, tell the difference between hay and straw, and many other important lessons. I worked as a sailmaker and lawyer before finding my true calling in 1997: Teacher. Since 2001, I have taught English and drama at an all-girls Catholic high school in Manhattan, where I also wrote and produced Aftershocks, a play based on the challenges facing the immigrant families of some of my students. I live in Manhattan with my wife Laura, dogs Isabel and Maggie, and cats Cyril and Emma.

When I'm indoors, I love cooking (anything French, especially!), playing the cello (not nearly as well as I'd like), and sinking my teeth into a really great book. Outdoors, I love skiing, sailing, and hiking and camping.


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