Lark Holds the Key - Natasha Deen - E-Book

Lark Holds the Key E-Book

Natasha Deen

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It’s the third day of summer vacation, and Lark’s halmoni—that’s Korean for grandmother—has promised to take Lark and her twin brother, Connor, to the library. Only trouble is, they arrive to discover that the town librarian is missing her key to the library. Lucky for her, Lark just happens to be a budding private eye. Can rookie detectives Lark and Connor solve this mystery and recover the lost key?

Lark Holds the Key is the first book in the Lark Ba detective series.

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Seitenzahl: 34


LARKHolds the Key


Illustrated byMARCUS CUTLER

Text copyright © 2016 Natasha Deen Illustrations copyright © 2016 Marcus Cutler

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.

Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication

Deen, Natasha, author Lark holds the key / Natasha Deen ; illustrated by Marcus Cutler. (Orca echoes)

Issued in print and electronic formats. ISBN 978-1-4598-0727-3 (paperback).—ISBN 978-1-4598-1129-4 (pdf).—ISBN 978-1-4598-1130-0 (epub)

I. Cutler, Marcus, illustrator II. Title. III. Series: Orca echoes PS8607.E444L37 2016 jc813'.6C2016-900540-2 C2016-900541-O

First published in the United States, 2016 Library of Congress Control Number: 2016931887

Summary: In this early chapter book, rookie detectives Lark Ba and her twin brother, Connor, come to the rescue when the town librarian misplaces her library key.

Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.

Cover artwork and interior illustrations by Marcus Cutler Author photo by Curtis Comeau


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For Navin, Maya, & Kiran.


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter One

My name is Lark Ba, and I have ants in my pants. Not really. That would be gross. And not so much fun for the ants. Ants in my pants means it’s hard for me to sit quietly. It’s something my halmoni—that’s Korean for grandmother—says when I’m really exsited exceted excited. Only I wasn’t sitting—I was lying down in bed. Waiting. Patient-like. Until…

“Psst. Connor.” I leaned over and looked at the bottom bunk. “Connor, are you awake?” Connor’s my little brother. He’s much younger than me.

“Yes. I’m awake. Are you?”

I sighed. “Yes. If I was sleeping, I wouldn’t be talking, would I?”

“Yes, you would. You talk a lot.”

I ignored that. “Are you excited?”

“Yes. Today is going to be awesome.”

“It’s going to be the bestest day ever!”

“Lark, you say that every day. Anyway, bestest isn’t a word.”

I sighed. “It should be. It’s a great word.” I love words. Maybe I should be a writer when I grow up. Then I could make up great words like bestest. I turned on the lamp and said, “Yep. I’m gonna be a writer. Then I’m gonna make bestest a word.”

“Lark, gonna isn’t a word either. Anyway, I thought you were going to be an actor.”

“I think I’ll be both. That way, I can write the stories I want to act in.”

Connor rolled his eyes.

I decided to be patient because he was just little. I climbed down from the top bunk. Today was the third day of summer vacation. On the first day, Connor and I started a circus. We tried to teach our dog, Max, how to dance. He wasn’t so good at that. And we broke two lamps. Mom said we had to do something else. Something that didn’t include Max. Or her lamps.

Yesterday, we tried to do a people-only circus with our friends Kate and Franklin. No lamps were broken. But Franklin tried to do a special jump. He jumped great. But he also made a hole in the wall with his head. Dad said no more circuses. He used his grumpy voice. And that’s when Halmoni suggested we all go to the library instead.

Only Halmoni didn’t call it a library. She called it The Temple of Secrets. She said books contained secrets between their pages. And when you read a book, you could find all kinds of treasure!

“I’m going to get fifty books,” I told Connor.

“I’m going to get a hundred. Do you think Mom and Dad will remember to take us?”