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One gutsy eleven-year-old, a cool beach town, a hilarious crew of friends and oodles of adventures.
Once upon a beach, there was a girl called Isabelle Necessary. A girl with an unusual name and a rather extraordinary life. She roams around a sleepy beach town with her loyal team of friends. Follow Isabelle, Tammy, David, Nin, Draino the cat and Champ the wonder dog as they navigate one sticky situation after another and figure out how to turn a frog into a movie star, deal with a never-ending milkshake and escape being trapped in a lighthouse.
The type of book that brings back childhood memories and captures the essence of being a free-spirited kid.
Perfect for teachers and educators as the book comes with a teacher’s resource guide and student maker kit by Isabelle Necessary herself. Middle-grade reading level.
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Isabelle-Necessary-Martii-MacLean/dp/0994540868/
Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Adventures-Isabelle-Necessary-Martii-MacLean/dp/0994540868/
Here is an excerpt from chapter fourteen “Isabelle and the Parrot Mystery”‘
My goodness, aren’t you beautiful,’ said Aunt Emma. Draino thought Aunt Emma was talking to him, so he jumped up onto the table for a scratch. When he saw the bird, he skidded to a stop and his fur spiked up along his back, like an echidna’s spines.
‘You be nice,’ Isabelle said to Draino. Draino hissed and stared at the bird, then he crept a little closer.
‘Move back,’ said the bird in his scratchy voice. Draino froze in mid-step and wriggled back a little bit, twitching his tail.
‘Well, hello,’ said Aunt Emma.
‘Hello, Kevin,’ answered the bird. ‘Move back. Take your seats.’
‘Is your name Kevin?’ said Isabelle.
‘Hello, Kevin, hello, Floyd, sing us a song,’ the bird said, then he started moving his head from side to side and mumbling a tune. It really sounded like music.
‘So is he Kevin or is he Floyd?’ wondered Aunt Emma.
‘Hello, Kevin,’ said Isabelle. The bird kept on swaying.
‘Take your ticket, move back,’ he squawked at Draino, who had crept closer again.
‘Hello, Floyd,’ Isabelle said.
‘Good morning,’ said the bird. ‘Enjoy your trip.’
Isabelle thought some more and then said, ‘Hello, Floyd, sing us a song.’ The bird, whose name had to be Floyd, she decided, swayed his head and started singing.
‘The wheels on the bus go round and round …’ When Isabelle clapped delightedly, Floyd stopped and bowed his feathery head.
‘Hello, Floyd, sing us a song,’ she said again.
‘The horn on the bus goes beep-beep-beep’— Floyd’s head started bouncing up and down— ‘beep-beep-beep, beep-beep-beep. The horn on the bus goes beep-beep-beep, all the way to town.’ Isabelle clapped again and Floyd took another bow.
‘How amazing,’ Aunt Emma said. ‘I wonder where he’s come from.’
‘Well, he sang when I asked him to. Maybe if I ask him where he’s from he’ll tell us.
‘Hey, Floyd, where have you come from?’
‘Take your seat,’ said Floyd.
‘Where’s Kevin?’ asked Aunt Emma.
‘Last stop Saggy Beach.’
‘What a mystery,’ said Aunt Emma.
‘We have some clues. Floyd must live somewhere in Saggy Beach with someone called Kevin.’ Isabelle was really thinking now. ‘I can solve this parrot mystery.’
‘I’ve never met anyone called Kevin, and I belong to the Good Neighbours of Saggy Beach,’ said Aunt Emma, shaking her head. ‘We’re the first to know about new neighbours.’
‘Well, leave it to Isabelle PI to solve the mystery.’
‘Parrot investigator.’ Isabelle reached out her arm. ‘Come, Floyd, let’s go and find Kevin.’
‘Last stop Saggy Beach,’ Floyd mumbled, as he climbed back up onto Isabelle’s shoulder.
‘Maybe Kevin’s staying at the caravan park, I’ll start there.’ Isabelle walked out of the retirement village and along the esplanade.
Floyd sat on her shoulder with the afternoon breeze ruffling his feathers. Whenever a seagull flew past, he mumbled, ‘Hello.’
‘Wow, a cool parrot,’ said Tammy, riding up on her bike. ‘Did your mum and dad send him from somewhere exotic?’
‘No, he’s lost, and I’m investigating who he belongs to,’ said Isabelle.
‘I’ll help. Do you have any clues?’ Floyd looked down at the bread and milk in the basket of Tammy’s bike. ‘I think it’s time for lunch.’ He hopped off Isabelle’s shoulder and fluttered down to investigate.
‘Take a seat,’ he said, then he ruffled his feathers and sat on the handlebars.
‘He talks!’ Tammy said. ‘How amazing.’
‘He sings, too. Watch this. Hello, Floyd, sing us a song.’
‘The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round …’Tammy clapped, and Floyd stopped singing and took a bow.
‘So is “buses” one of your clues?’ asked Tammy.
‘I didn’t think of that,’ said Isabelle. ‘You’re a great investigator. Let’s go and find Kevin.’
‘Last stop Saggy Beach,’ said Floyd.
‘This Kevin could be here on holiday,’ said Isabelle, ‘so I’m going to the caravan park first.’
No one called Kevin was staying at the caravan park, but Tina in the office suggested that Isabelle and Tammy ask at the museum because lots of visitors stopped there on their way through town.
When they got to the museum, Isabelle asked Saggy Bill, ‘Have any visitors come into the museum today with a parrot?’
Saggy Bill stopped dusting and looked at Floyd. ‘Why yes, Isabelle, they have.’
‘Excellent,’ said Isabelle. ‘Do you remember their name?’
‘Why, yes … Isabelle.’
‘Can you tell us their names, please?’
‘Why yes … Isabelle. Their names are Isabelle and Tammy.
You are my visitors who came in today with a parrot.’
‘No, Saggy Bill, we mean did you see anyone else with the parrot?’ said Tammy.
‘We found Floyd and we’re looking for his owner,’ said Isabelle.
‘Maybe he belongs to someone staying at the caravan park.’
‘We already tried there,’ said Isabelle.
‘Hello, Floyd,’ said Saggy Bill, scratching the parrot’s feathery head.
‘Good morning,’ said the bird. ‘Enjoy your trip.’
‘Have you checked at Halfway Percy’s?’ Saggy Bill said. ‘If Floyd here and his owner were on a trip, they might have stopped off at the shop for a snack.’
‘Great idea,’ said Isabelle. ‘Thanks for your help.’
The girls waved goodbye to Saggy Bill, and walked past the statue and crossed Breeches Road. They stopped at the Thai Kitchen. Nin was setting the tables while her mum and dad chopped and prepared for the dinner time rush.
‘Cool bird,’ said Nin.
‘Hey, Mum, Dad, come take a look at the parrot.’
The chopping stopped and Nin’s mum and dad came to look.
‘Hello,’ said Nin’s mum. ‘Take a seat,’ said Floyd.
‘He’s funny,’ said Nin’s dad. ‘He could work for us, seating the customers.’ He laughed and went back to his chopping.
‘Where’s he from?’ asked Nin’s mum.
‘Last stop Saggy Beach,’ said Floyd.
‘He’s lost,’ said Isabelle. ‘We’re investigating where his owner might be. His name’s Kevin.’
‘Where’s Kevin?’ said Floyd. He ruffled his feathers. ‘Kevin … Kevin.’ His feathery head sagged and he mumbled. Isabelle thought he sounded sad.
‘We need to get this mystery solved,’ she said.‘Saggy Bill said that Percy might know something,’ said Tammy.
‘Can I go with them, Mum?’ asked Nin.
‘Go on, but don’t forget the tables.’
The girls rushed to Halfway Percy’s shop.
‘Hello, girls,’ Percy said, ‘hello, bird.’
‘Good morning,’ Floyd said, ‘enjoy your trip.’
‘Did anyone come into the shop today with a parrot?’ asked Tammy. Percy pointed and nodded at them.
‘Apart from us,’ said Isabelle.
‘No, but someone did come into the shop today without a parrot. He was looking for a parrot. He was called Floyd—the bird, not the man. The man’s name was Kevin.’
‘Where’s Kevin?’ said Floyd.
‘I told this Kevin chap that if his parrot was hungry he would probably go to Uncle Knock-knock’s bungalow where all the local parrots go for lunch—’‘Thank you, Percy, you give the best clues,’ Isabelle said.
Author Bio – Martii Maclean lives in a tin shack by the sea, catching sea-gulls which she uses to make delicious pies, and writing weird stories. She likes going for long bicycle rides with her cat, who always wears aviator goggles to stop her whiskers blowing up into her eyes as they speed down to the beach to search for mermaid eggs. Or how about this…
Martii Maclean writes fantastical, adventurous tales for children and teens and sometimes adults. She was born in Sydney, Australia and now lives in Brisbane with her husband Trevor and her cat Minerva. Her work as an educator and librarian, allows her to share her love of stories and of story-telling with many young people. This inspires Martii to create thought-filled stories that explore the wonderful world of ‘what if’. Find out more about Martii and her stories at http://www.martiimaclean.com
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This book sounds so cute. I read Berit’s review and said I liked it all except the haunted house part. 😊
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Sounds adorable, Holly!!! Love your review 💕