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About The Book
Meet Eliza Boom—assistant inventor, junior spy, and full-on fantastic—as she tells all in this first book of a chapter book series packed with jokes, doodles, and dear-diary secrets!
Eliza Boom is having a blast. Her father is an inventor who makes gadgets for spies, and Eliza is his unofficial assistant…very unofficial.
Eliza knows if she can just build that one indispensable thing that every secret agent needs, she can be a full-fledged spy herself, but somehow her inventions keep going wrong. Still, with her best friend (well, dog), Einstein, she’s not going to give up.
When Eliza’s father loses a top-secret roll of film, Eliza realizes that she might have accidentally given it to class bully Zoe Wakefield, the Queen of Mean. Eliza’s got to retrieve the film, which Zoe is using as a hair bow, before enemy spies get to it. Luckily she’s got Einstein as well as her own brand-new assistant (and friend), Amy, to help her.
Can these three would-be 007s get the film, stop the spies, and get revenge on the class bully? There’s only one way to find out—and that’s to read Eliza’s diary!
Eliza Boom is having a blast. Her father is an inventor who makes gadgets for spies, and Eliza is his unofficial assistant…very unofficial.
Eliza knows if she can just build that one indispensable thing that every secret agent needs, she can be a full-fledged spy herself, but somehow her inventions keep going wrong. Still, with her best friend (well, dog), Einstein, she’s not going to give up.
When Eliza’s father loses a top-secret roll of film, Eliza realizes that she might have accidentally given it to class bully Zoe Wakefield, the Queen of Mean. Eliza’s got to retrieve the film, which Zoe is using as a hair bow, before enemy spies get to it. Luckily she’s got Einstein as well as her own brand-new assistant (and friend), Amy, to help her.
Can these three would-be 007s get the film, stop the spies, and get revenge on the class bully? There’s only one way to find out—and that’s to read Eliza’s diary!
Excerpt
My Explosive Diary Saturday Night My Lab, 7 p.m.
Dear Diary,
We’ve been banished to the lab FOREVER. You’ll understand why when I tell you about my latest invention.
It was Invention 92: the Super-Sneaky Spy-Cam Collar.
This is what happened to it.
Don’t worry, Einstein wasn’t wearing it at the time.
Dad says that before every good invention there are 99 not-so-good ones. That was number 92. I’m SO CLOSE, Diary.
Everyone in my family had the grumps after the explosion.
Einstein is the only one who has forgiven me.
He understands me even if no one else does.
This is him.
I named him Einstein after the real Einstein, who was a scientist. But he’s dead now. Not my dog—the scientist.
Do you know what hurt the most? It was what Dad said:
He knows I don’t have a bedroom. I have a LAB. Bedrooms are just for sleeping in. I’m too busy inventing to sleep!
Dad has a lab too, only his is disguised as a garden shed.
Dad is a fully qualified inventor who makes gadgets for spies, and I’m his assistant. I like being an assistant inventor, but one day I’d actually like to be a SPY, too. I mean, why should someone ELSE get to have all the fun with MY inventions?
Speaking of inventions, how did my Super-Sneaky Spy-Cam Collar go so wrong? It would have been PERFECT for tracking down where Einstein buries our things . . .
. . . like Alice’s shoes,
. . . Plum’s toys,
. . . and even Dad’s tools from his tool belt.
I showed Alice my invention yesterday before it exploded. She should have been super-impressed, but she barely looked at it. That was very non-super of her.
No one cares about any of my inventions—especially Alice. All she cares about is her garden. That’s why she confiscated Invention 91: the Spy Rocket that I invented last week. She just doesn’t understand me or my inventions.
My plan was to make Einstein wear his Super- Sneaky Spy-Cam Collar, and then I’d watch the film to see where his secret stash was buried.
But when I connected the Super-Sneaky Spy-Cam to the telecommunication system (the TV) via the electric current carrier (the TV cable), and put on our flying particle protectors (goggles) . . . well, you know what happened:
And that brings us back to right now.
I’m desperate to come up with an even better invention. That’s why we’re upside down—it helps you think. It also makes your hair grow, which is probably why we both have big, fuzzy hairstyles.
Thinking . . . thinking . . . I just know something will come to me soon.
Yours inventively,
Eliza Boom
Inventor-in-Training
P.S. Since I’m writing my inventions in your pages, Diary, you should have a scientific name, too.
Edison invented this:
Dear Diary,
We’ve been banished to the lab FOREVER. You’ll understand why when I tell you about my latest invention.
It was Invention 92: the Super-Sneaky Spy-Cam Collar.
This is what happened to it.
Don’t worry, Einstein wasn’t wearing it at the time.
Dad says that before every good invention there are 99 not-so-good ones. That was number 92. I’m SO CLOSE, Diary.
Everyone in my family had the grumps after the explosion.
Einstein is the only one who has forgiven me.
He understands me even if no one else does.
This is him.
I named him Einstein after the real Einstein, who was a scientist. But he’s dead now. Not my dog—the scientist.
Do you know what hurt the most? It was what Dad said:
He knows I don’t have a bedroom. I have a LAB. Bedrooms are just for sleeping in. I’m too busy inventing to sleep!
Dad has a lab too, only his is disguised as a garden shed.
Dad is a fully qualified inventor who makes gadgets for spies, and I’m his assistant. I like being an assistant inventor, but one day I’d actually like to be a SPY, too. I mean, why should someone ELSE get to have all the fun with MY inventions?
Speaking of inventions, how did my Super-Sneaky Spy-Cam Collar go so wrong? It would have been PERFECT for tracking down where Einstein buries our things . . .
. . . like Alice’s shoes,
. . . Plum’s toys,
. . . and even Dad’s tools from his tool belt.
I showed Alice my invention yesterday before it exploded. She should have been super-impressed, but she barely looked at it. That was very non-super of her.
No one cares about any of my inventions—especially Alice. All she cares about is her garden. That’s why she confiscated Invention 91: the Spy Rocket that I invented last week. She just doesn’t understand me or my inventions.
My plan was to make Einstein wear his Super- Sneaky Spy-Cam Collar, and then I’d watch the film to see where his secret stash was buried.
But when I connected the Super-Sneaky Spy-Cam to the telecommunication system (the TV) via the electric current carrier (the TV cable), and put on our flying particle protectors (goggles) . . . well, you know what happened:
And that brings us back to right now.
I’m desperate to come up with an even better invention. That’s why we’re upside down—it helps you think. It also makes your hair grow, which is probably why we both have big, fuzzy hairstyles.
Thinking . . . thinking . . . I just know something will come to me soon.
Yours inventively,
Eliza Boom
Inventor-in-Training
P.S. Since I’m writing my inventions in your pages, Diary, you should have a scientific name, too.
Edison invented this:
About The Author
Emily Gale
Emily Gale lives in Melbourne, Australia, with her partner, two children, and two cats. Before that she was a freelance writer in London, publishing a fictional magazine column and several picture books including Doctor Pig and the Just Josie series.
About The Illustrator
Joëlle Dreidemy
Joëlle Dreidemy can’t remember the first time she started drawing…maybe the first time she picked up a pencil! She spent her childhood among books from Roald Dahl, Quentin Blake, Tony Ross, Ralph Steadman, and others who influenced her style. Joelle studied art at the famous Emile Cohl School in Lyon, France, where she met fantastic and motivating teachers like Yves Got and Jean Claverie. She now lives in Paris illustrating projects for French, English, American, and Korean publishers. When not drawing, Joelle practices karate, plays piano, and goes to museums and the movies.
Product Details
- Publisher: Aladdin (July 15, 2014)
- Length: 128 pages
- ISBN13: 9781481406505
- Ages: 6 - 9
- Lexile ® 660L The Lexile reading levels have been certified by the Lexile developer, MetaMetrics®
Awards and Honors
- Kansas NEA Reading Circle List Intermediate Title
- Great Lakes Book Award
- MSTA Reading Circle List
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