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Category: Mystery/Crime Hollywood Discovery Award Winner
Description: Volumes 1 and 2 of the award winning tween series. Emmy Budd and the Hijacked Train Emmy Budd is a twelve-year-old tomboy who finds her adventurer's match in the new boy in town, Thomas John Blake, T.J. It is a hot summer in the small Mid-Western town of Jerseyville, Ohio. With no money and lots of time on their hands, Emmy and T.J. ferret out every freebie in town, from sailing kites off the tower in the local stadium to building a raft out of discarded lumber and sailing the old swimming hole. In the series opener, Emmy and T.J. sneak aboard a mail train bound for Pittsburgh and end up in the middle of a hijacking. Emmy and T.J. go undercover to search for the hijackers, risking their lives as they confront a desperate fugitive. Emmy Budd - Don't Look Now Teen detectives Emmy Budd and her friend, T.J. Blake can't help but notice the ominous, black sedan rolling down main-street on a Sunday afternoon. When the drug store blows up in the middle of the night, Emmy and T.J. suspect foul play. Working together, they uncover clues leading to an illicit pharmaceutical operation; part two in the series.
eBook Publisher: Charles River Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: December 2010

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [254 KB]
Words: 55646
Reading time: 158-222 min.

3 Cheers for Emmy Budd and T.J. Emmy Budd and the Hijacked Train: 1) Emmy Budd had a great summer. What an adventure! I could imagine myself there with her. The story is about two kids, Emmy and T.J. who sneak onto a train to visit Pittsburgh, but it gets hijacked. My favorite part was when the hijackers axed the train tracks and when T.J. and Emmy were hiding in the train. They actually managed to stop the hijackers. T.J. and Emmy help to find the guy who got away by describing him. Someone recognized him and he was caught. The story was exciting! I liked it a lot. It was funny too, like when Emmy and T.J. flipped over in the canoe. This book is good for boys and girls and grownups too. Joey Alba, 9 years old 2) I loved the book Emmy Bud and the Hijacked Train because it was very fun to read and very interesting. I loved all the characters and thought that every single one had their own personality. In conclusion I loved the book and would give it five out of five stars. From Kaylee Brownsberger (age 12) 3) I liked this book (Emmy Budd and the Hijacked Train). I think she should write another one. Mia Garrett, age 9

Forward

We met in a casual way, nothing remarkable to remind me later of the day or the hour. I do happen to recall that it was sundown, the time of day when the firemen lower the American flag on the courthouse lawn. I was watching this ceremony sitting on my bike, licking an ice-cream cone. Nothing unusual, nothing sensational, nothing extraordinary about the first time I ever laid eyes on the most exciting young person I ever met in my life, Thomas John Blake, T.J.

He was also sitting on his bike. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him watch me watch the fireman lower the flag, fold it neatly into a tight little triangle, walk ceremoniously back to the firehouse - tripping over the only rain-bird on the courthouse lawn - and sprawl unceremoniously onto the wet grass.

The stranger on the purple bike never took his eyes off me. He watched me as I watched the fireman get up with the flag high over his head. The tight triangle never touched the wet ground.

"Did you know," I asked the handsome boy on the purple bike, "that in St. Louis in the early nineteen hundreds, there were only two automobiles in town, and they ran into each other."

The boy continued to stare at me, specifically at my long red pigtails--like honey to flies, baited hooks in a sea of innocent young boy fish. I flicked my pigtails over my shoulders seductively.

"You've got very nice hair," I thought he said.

"Thanks," I replied.

"For what?" he asked.

"For saying I have nice hair."

"I said, you've got ice cream in your hair."

"Oh."

"You probably got hair in your ice cream, too."

I looked at the cone.

"Throw it away," he suggested. "I'll buy you another one."

He turned and started to ride away. The nerve of him, I thought. I tossed the ice-cream cone in the metal container on the corner. He was looking back and waving for me to catch up.

Following T.J. was how I spent the rest of that summer, the most exciting, frightening, wonderful summer of my life.