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Children's Fiction Mysteries & Detective Stories
The Pear Affair
- Publisher
- Candlewick Press
- Initial publish date
- Dec 2024
- Category
- Mysteries & Detective Stories, Siblings, Europe
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Hardback
- ISBN
- 9781536217032
- Publish Date
- Jun 2022
- List Price
- $24.99
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Paperback / softback
- ISBN
- 9781536239812
- Publish Date
- Dec 2024
- List Price
- $11.99
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Where to buy it
Recommended Age, Grade, and Reading Levels
- Age: 10 to 14
- Grade: 5 to 9
Description
“Masterfully maintains suspense . . . with twists and turns galore and a cast of charming, loyal friends, all set against the special atmosphere of Paris. . . . A tour de force.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
Penelope Magnificent spends as little time as possible with her awful parents—a grocery-mogul father and a fashion-obsessed mother who loves expensive purses more than she does her daughter. But when they mention an important trip to Paris, Nell begs to come along. Paris holds something very dear to her: her old au pair Perrine—Pear—who lives there. Pear used to write to Nell every week, promising to come to her rescue, but recently the letters stopped. With the help of a savvy bellboy named Xavier, Nell sets out from her parents’ ultra-fancy Parisian hotel to find her beloved Pear. But Pear’s old neighbors and coworkers are strangely tight-lipped. And as Nell’s search for the truth takes her and Xavier to some of the darkest, most mysterious parts of the city, a sinister plot comes to light involving the destruction of a cherished—and delicious—part of Parisian life. Food, fashion, and intrigue abound in this delightful caper from the author of The Secret Starling.
About the authors
Jo Rioux was born and raised in Ottawa, Ontario. An artist from an early age, she was eventually drawn to children’s books, illustrating Swordquest for HarperCollins and the graphic novel series A Sam and Friends Mystery for Kids Can Press. Her love for the comic medium spurred her to author her first graphic novel series, Cat’s Cradle. She lives in the lush suburbs of her hometown, where, when not working at her drawing desk, she can be found nestled within a pile of books.
Excerpt: The Pear Affair (by (author) Judith Eagle; illustrated by Jo Rioux)
ONE
You would think, thought Nell as she aimed a kick at one of the marble cats that sat on either side of the front door, if you named your daughter after your favorite handbag, you would cherish her as much, if not more, than you cherished the bag.
But Nell’s parents did not cherish her. She wasn’t sure they even liked her. Today, for instance, they’d actually forgotten about her!
Sometimes Nell stayed at school during vacation time. “Out of sight, out of mind” was one of her parents’ favorite sayings. But now the dorms were being fumigated, and all the families had been expressly told that not one pupil was allowed to remain on-site.
Yet even though the Magnificents had received exactly the same letter as everyone else, when all the other parents started to arrive—surprise, surprise—there was no sign of them. No car swept up the drive for Nell; no mother or father leaped out, calling greetings. And no one, in a flurry of suitcases, hockey sticks, and spinning tires, whisked her away.
Instead, Nell was forced to do what she always did: hang around by the steps, watch as the crowd dwindled, and practice an air of studied nonchalance, as if she didn’t give a fig that nobody cared.
“You’ll have to make your own way home,” the head of school had said, making it sound like a piece of cake and not the epic journey (three trains, two buses, a long walk) that it really was. “I suppose I’ll have to loan you the money for the train fare and your lunch,” she added reluctantly. “Make sure your parents pay it back.”
To make matters worse, the gates to Magnificent Heights were locked when Nell had finally arrived, and she’d had to climb over them, which was truly precarious, and she’d snagged her favorite jeans on one of the spikes.
Nell flumped down on the top step and scowled. She had heard the hateful bag-naming story about a thousand times. The bag had been purchased, Melinda Magnificent liked to recount, during the heady days of her and Gerald’s honeymoon, from the swankiest shop in Milan. It was called the Penelope, a chunky affair made of crackly crocodile skin and adorned with a gold chain and diamond clasp. Melinda Magnificent adored that bag. She carried it everywhere and went into paroxysms of rage and despair if there was ever the slightest fear that it might be lost.
“How could I not name the baby,” she told her friends, “after my dearest, darling bag?”
Nell knew that her mother did not love her more than her handbag. She knew she didn’t love her as much as the bag. She wasn’t completely certain her mother loved her at all.
All the Magnificents cared about was expanding Magnificent Foods, their supermarket chain, which already generated gazillions of pounds.
“More stores mean more things sold, more things sold means more money in the bank, and more money in the bank means we can spend, spend, spend,” Gerald liked to expound, pound signs practically winking in his eyes. The ping of cash registers was music to the Magnificents’ ears.
Nell, however, was a hindrance.
It wasn’t unusual for Melinda to mutter that her daughter was nothing more than unwanted baggage. She had used those actual words along with utter nuisance and deadweight. Nell was used to the comments now, but when she was little, they had pierced her heart like sharp arrows tipped with ice.
“Je t’adore, ma petite,” Pear had said when Nell reported what she had heard, tears stinging her eyes. Pear had been Nell’s au pair before Nell had been packed off to boarding school. Her real name was Perrine and she was from Paris.
“You’re too old for an au pair,” Melinda had said on Nell’s seventh birthday. “I’m fed up with you two jabbering away in French.”
The thought of that day still made Nell burn from head to toe. Pear was the sweetest, kindest person in the whole wide world, more of a parent than Melinda and Gerald had ever been! The day of their parting had been so swift, so sudden, so viciously unexpected, that Nell felt like a wolf had tossed her up in the air and then, with tooth and claw, torn her apart. She still didn’t really understand what had happened.
It was a question she had asked her parents again and again. But instead of giving her answers, they had sent her to Summer’s End. It was a horrible place, the sort of boarding school where the dormitories are always freezing cold and the food has to be choked down or you will starve.
Nell sighed and stretched her legs out in front of her so she could examine the damage done to her jeans. With a needle and thread, she could fix them. Pear had taught her to sew. She remembered Pear’s hand over hers, the flash of the silver needle, the pull of the thread. Her heart ached a little. She had loved Pear with all her might.
The memories of their time together were far, far away, but they still had a golden tinge: Nell and Pear in the kitchen making banana splits and Pear squirting them with whipped cream mustaches, Nell and Pear playing hide-and-seek or jumping rope with pajama drawstrings, Nell curled up in bed listening to Pear’s endless stories about child runaways. The memories were like a glorious patchwork quilt, each square different, pieced together in Nell’s mind.
Nowadays, Nell wasn’t sure what was worse—being ignored at home or being stuck at school. Then there was the inexplicable fear of the dark, which had struck the day that Pear had left. And the constant feeling of dread that only shifted when one of Pear’s letters arrived. For five solid years, Pear had written once a month, pages and pages of loops and swirls, always in turquoise ink. The letters were so rich and so vivid that even if Nell was in the deepest of deep, dark doldrums, they never failed to lift her up. Pear wrote reams and reams about her life in Paris: her tiny top-floor apartment; her cat, Sylvie; her work as an embroiderer for Crown Couture. But best of all was the line that always appeared at the end. One day I will come and rescue you. Stay patient, my little friend.
But six months ago, the worst had happened. Pear’s last letter had arrived before Christmas.
December 15, 1968.
Nell knew the date by heart because she had read it again and again and again.
After that, the steady flow of letters stopped. January, February, March, April, May, June. Not one letter. Suddenly, there was nothing to look forward to. A cold, sharp stone wedged itself into the pit of Nell’s stomach and refused to budge.
Of course she had written again and again to Pear’s address in Belleville, feverish letters pleading for a reply. Nothing came of it. Nell’s feelings had progressed from concern to anger and eventually fear. On very bad days, she was convinced that Pear had abandoned her. On even worse days, she worried that something terrible had happened to Pear.
But what could that be?
Now, after six letter-less months, here she sat between the mean-faced cats, waiting for her parents to remember that they had a daughter. At last, the gates swung open, and the Rolls—was it a new one? Nell was pretty sure it had been red before—purred up the drive.
“Good God, Gerald!” Nell could hear Melinda shrieking before she had even climbed out of the car. She was dressed head to toe in white, as usual, an affectation intended to set off her silvery cap of white-blond hair. “What’s Penelope doing here? Is the school year over already? But we’re off to Paris tomorrow!”
Nell stood, a tangle of muddy-brown hair, freckles, and torn jeans. Her hand, which she had raised in greeting, froze.
In one fell swoop, the despair that had bogged her down for days and weeks and months disappeared, and a wild thread of hope surged through her.
Escaping to Paris had been something she had planned and hoped and dreamed of for years and years.
Editorial Reviews
Eagle masterfully maintains suspense, dispensing new clues as the events escalate, with twists and turns galore and a cast of charming, loyal friends, all set against the special atmosphere of Paris. Soft, full-page, pencil-and-ink illustrations highlight key events. A satisfying conclusion finds the villains punished, bakeries restored, and a whole new life for Nell. . . . A tour de force.
—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
As delightful and delicious as a Parisian boulangerie creation.
—The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
Set in 1969, the engaging story revolves around Nell and her new allies, who recognize a kindred spirit and try to help her, just as she extends herself to help them. An assortment of villainous adults and several kind ones round out the cast of characters while occasional black-and-white drawings illustrate this fast-paced, enjoyable mystery.
—Booklist
In this fun and lively story illustrated by Jo Rioux, Nell finds herself among francophones in a state of alarm: A 'mysterious spore' is wrecking the city’s supply of baguettes. As Nell races to track down the missing Pear, she acquires a posse of quirky friends, uncovers a dastardly scheme and learns certain terrible (but ultimately acceptable) truths about her own life.
—The Wall Street Journal
Eagle's entertaining mystery has everything: a plucky heroine, colorful villains, thrilling action and a most satisfying ending.
—The Buffalo News