The Complete Witch Twins Series: Witch Twins, Witch Twins at Camp Bliss, Witch Twins and Melody Malady, and Witch Twins and the Ghost of Glenn Bly
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The Complete Witch Twins Series: Witch Twins, Witch Twins at Camp Bliss, Witch Twins and Melody Malady, and Witch Twins and the Ghost of Glenn Bly
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Overview
In Witch Twins, though identical on the outside, ten-year-old twins Claire and Luna Bundkin are as different on the inside as peaches and peanut butter. Claire is mischievous and Luna is a dreamer, but they do share a favorite hobby: witchcraft. Whether it’s making breakfast or washing dishes, there’s nothing a five-star witch can’t accomplish with a wave of her pinkie finger. When Claire and Luna’s father announces that he’s getting remarried, the twins know they need to do something to stop the wedding. A spell might be the only way to save their dad, and they’ll try anything. Even if magic usually lands them in a pot of trouble.
In Witch Twins and Melody Malady, Claire Bundkin has been Melody Malady’s most devoted fan ever since the singing sensation was selling Sudsy Perfect Shampoo on TV. When Claire gets a chance to meet Melody, she just about does a flip. And when Melody offers her a part in her upcoming movie, Claire knows her life is about to change forever. But Claire’s twin sister, Luna, isn’t quite as excited about Claire’s shot at the big time. It can get pretty ugly whenever sisters disagree, but for these witches-in-training, it may be downright dangerous.
In Witch Twins and the Ghost of Glenn Bly, Claire and Luna are thrilled when they find out their grandparents have been invited to an all-seniors golf tournament in Scotland, and they want the twins to come along. Claire and Luna can’t wait to set eyes on a real Scottish castle, with horses, armor, and tea at four o’clock. But this castle offers one amenity they weren’t expecting—a ghost!
And in Witch Twins at Camp Bliss, Claire cannot wait for five weeks in the sun at Camp Bliss, where she just knows she’s going to be crowned Camp Bliss Girl. But Luna is shy, awkward, and would rather spend the summer at home with her cats. To improve Luna’s attitude, the twins’ grandmother slips her a vial of thrice-distilled Marigold Zest, a pinch of which can make even the most reluctant spellcaster hungry for adventure. But when the vial disappears their first week at camp, and strange things start happening, Claire and Luna will have to stop the mischief maker—without breaking their promise to leave the spells at home!
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781480466036 |
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| Publisher: | Open Road Media |
| Publication date: | 12/10/2013 |
| Series: | Witch Twins |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 530 |
| File size: | 10 MB |
| Age Range: | 8 - 12 Years |
About the Author
Adele Griffin (b. 1970) is a critically lauded author of children’s and young adult fiction. Born in Philadelphia, she began writing after college, when a job at a children’s publishing house introduced her to the world of young adult literature. She drew praise for her first novel, Rainy Season (1996), a heartfelt portrayal of a young American girl’s life in the Panama Canal Zone in the late 1970s. In books like Sons of Liberty (1997) and Amandine (2001), she continued to explore the sometimes harsh realities of family life, and become known for intuitive, honest, and realistic fiction. Over the past several years, Griffin has won a number of awards, including National Book Award nominations for Sons of Liberty (1997) and Where I Want to Be (2005). Her books are regularly cited on ALA Best and ALA Notable lists. A number of her novels, such as the four-book Witch Twins series, introduce an element of lighthearted fantasy. Griffin lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York.
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The Witch Twins Series
Witch Twins Witch Twins at Camp Bliss Witch Twins and Melody Malady Witch Twins and the Ghost of Glenn Bly
By Adele Griffin
OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA
Copyright © 2004 Adele GriffinAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4804-6603-6
CHAPTER 1
Butterflies and Bad News
Luna and Claire Bundkin were identical twins. Their hair was the color of maple syrup and their eyes were the color of warm chocolate chips. The only way to tell them apart was by the tiny chicken pox scar just beneath Luna's chin, but not many people knew about that.
They both loved-loved-loved gymnastics; their teacher, Mrs. Sanchez; and all flavors of Schmidt's ice cream (except vanilla bean, which was just okay). They both hated-hated-hated swimming parties, indoor recess, and avocados—although Claire hated avocados more than Luna did. She said she could start gagging at the very smell of them, although Luna insisted that avocados don't really have a smell. Claire answered that if she got even a smidgen of slimy avocado taste on her salad it would make her throw up. But Claire could be very dramatic like that.
And, oh yes, they were witches. But more about that later.
They were both age ten (Luna was thirteen minutes older) and had lived in Philadelphia, at 22 Locust Street, for their entire lives. Over the years, their narrow sandstone townhouse had been through some changes. Some changes were big; other changes were small.
For example, four years ago, lightning had split the Bundkins' only real-live locust tree, which used to stand handsome as a doorman in its cutout sidewalk rectangle at the bottom of their front steps. Their mother had cried almost a whole day about that, because the tree was more than one hundred years old and a monument. Now it was just a stump, slightly improved when Justin, their big brother, had carved BUNDKIN RULES! into the top of it with his fishing knife. (Well, he always said he didn't do it, but it was such a Justin thing to do that everybody is still very suspicious.)
Then, three years ago, their parents had got divorced and their father had moved out of 22 Locust Street and bought a small house out in Rosewood, which was half an hour away in the suburbs. Their mother had cried longer than a day about that, and their father had cried, too, and so had Luna, Claire, and Justin, because the Bundkins had been married for fifteen years and besides, divorce is tough, go ask anyone.
But then, two years ago, their mother had met her boyfriend, Steve, who was a chef at The Aubergine, one of the fanciest restaurants in town, though Steve was more a jeans-and-sneakers kind of guy. And last year, their father had met his girlfriend, Fluffy.
Yes, she really was called Fluffy. But more about her later.
The most recent change to 22 Locust Street had been this past November, when their mother had bought new living room curtains. They went from blue stripes to red and green flowers. It was a small change, but it really spruced up the room.
This year, so far, nothing much had happened at 22 Locust Street. In fact, most of winter had been pretty boring. No surprises. No disasters, or surprising disasters. Not even a single snow day, Luna mentioned.
"Which is too bad," she said. "Snow days are sooo romantic."
"We still could have one. It's only the middle of March," Claire said. "Remember, March goes out like a lion!" She growled and made claws.
"No, March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb," Luna corrected.
"Well, it feels like it came in like a turtle, and it's staying a turtle," Claire responded.
Luna looked up at the gray March sky. She and her sister were standing outside on their front steps waiting for their father, who was taking them (plus Justin) to his house in Rosewood for the weekend. If it didn't rain, they would get to go horseback riding at Puddinhead Farms.
Only right now it looked like rain.
Claire looked up, too. "I should run inside and get my umbrella," she said.
"You mean my umbrella," Luna corrected. "You lost yours two weeks ago on the field trip to the Art Museum, remember?"
"I did not," said Claire, but she didn't put any stomp in her words because Claire was always losing one thing or another.
"Did too, and you know it!"
"Did not, and you married it!"
Luna put her hands on her hips.
Claire put her hands on her hips.
"Stop copying me," said Luna.
"Stop copying me," mimicked Claire.
Luna frowned and turned away. Claire could be the world's worst tease, and some times the best thing to do was to ignore her. She touched her finger to her chicken pox scar, which she'd had for almost half of her life. ("You shouldn't have scratched," their mother always said. Jill Bundkin was a doctor and knew a lot about things you shouldn't scratch.) Luna liked to feel her scar, though, because it reminded her that she looked a teeny bit different from her sister.
On the outside, it was (almost) impossible to tell Claire from Luna.
On the inside, however, Claire and Luna were as different as the sun and moon, peaches and peanut butter, or long division and poetry. For example, right now, while Claire probably was thinking up other ways to tease her sister, Luna let her mind wander to imagining her favorite thing, her wedding.
Luna liked to imagine her wedding a lot. Obviously not the groom part, because she thought most boys were grubby and she would never choose to spend a lifetime with one, even a mature one with sideburns and a cleft chin. It was the other parts of the wedding she liked best, the spun-sugar cake and the rose-and-baby's-breath bouquets and the bridesmaids in their bell-shaped, swoopy dresses, with the softest, swoopiest dress of all reserved for the bride, along with a handmade lace veil so beautiful it could break your heart.
No wonder everyone cried at weddings.
Luna squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate on the most important part of her wedding—the dress—and she got such a perfect picture of its swoopiness that butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
Blleeeep! The sound of a car horn startled her from her thoughts. She opened her eyes to see her father's car pull up to the curb.
"Hey gals!" Fluffy grinned and waved from the passenger seat. A big diamond ring flashed on her finger.
Luna's wedding butterflies went from a warm flutter to a cold flop.
She knew what that ring meant.
"Waiting long? Where's your brother? Does anyone have the correct time? Are you bringing just these two bags?" Their father, Louis Bundkin, was a newspaper reporter for the Philadelphia Inquirer, and he liked to ask lots of questions all at once.
Fluffy waved again from the passenger seat. Neither twin waved back, because they did not especially like Fluffy. She was nice enough, but she was also big and loud and liked to wear bright clothes and she usually called them "sugar" or "gals."
But Fluffy did not seem to notice any unfriendliness.
"We thought we'd take you all to Licks 'n' Sticks for dinner!" she said as the girls climbed in. "It's a celebration!"
"Licks 'n' Sticks!" yelled Justin from the roof, where he was playing hacky sack. "I'll be down in a jiff!"
"Can I get two Hawaiian sticks and no vegetable sticks?" asked Claire.
"Can I get three Chinese potsticker sticks and no vegetable sticks?" asked Justin, who had made it to the car in less than a jiff.
Luna said nothing, even though Licks 'n' Sticks was her favorite restaurant. She nudged her sister and pointed to Fluffy and mouthed the word ring, but now Claire was too busy elbowing Justin for space to pay Luna any attention.
Why am I always the one to notice disasters? Luna fretted as she snapped on her seat belt. Fluffy's ring was the worst thing to happen this year, and so far she was the only one to see it.
At the restaurant, Luna could not concentrate on enjoying her dinner. Not her skewered pineapple-, green pepper-, and lamb-on-a-stick, not her broiled potatoes-on-a- stick, not even her hot fudge sundae (which was not served on a stick, because Schmidt's ice cream desserts were the "Lick" part of the menu).
Every time her eye caught sight of Fluffy's flashing diamond, Luna felt completely sick.
"Fluffy and I have an announcement to make," their father said after their sundaes were scraped to the bottom and he had ordered his usual after-dinner coffee. He reached across the table and took Fluffy's hand. "Fluffy and I are getting married."
"I knew it," mumbled Luna.
"Congratulations! Can I have a dollar for the video games?" asked Justin.
"Congratulations," said Claire. Fluffy, blech! said her eyes to Luna across the table. But it was only a small blech, because Claire did not know what trouble they were in for.
"Justin, we'd like you to be your dad's best man, and I hope both of you gals would be my junior bridesmaids," said Fluffy. "And of course, I'd looove your advice on everything—the dresses and food and flowers. Oh, a wedding takes so much darn planning!"
"We might be busy," said Luna.
"I'll be glad to work around your schedule, sugar," said Fluffy not noticing Luna's rudeness. "'Course, I'd been thinking about doing the whole shebang out in Texas. But that seemed kinda complicated."
"Do whatever you want, Fluff," said their father. "Just tell me where and when, and I'll show up."
His words froze Luna to her seat. She could hardly speak for the rest of the evening.
It was not until late that night, after all the good television was over and Fluffy had driven back to her home in Chestnut Condominiums and everyone else had gone to bed and all the lights were off and Justin had stopped bumping around in the next room playing hacky sack, that Luna spoke her fears out loud. She was very wide-awake, anyway, because it was hard to fall asleep without the soothing city noises of police sirens and garbage trucks around her.
"You know the worst thing about Fluff, don't you, Clairsie?" she whispered across to the other bed.
"No, what?" Claire whispered back.
"She's from Houston, Texas."
"Oh, blech!" exclaimed Claire. Then she asked, "What's wrong with Houston, Texas?"
"What's wrong with Houston, Texas? It's two thousand miles away, that's what! Crumbs, Clairsie, you can be thick! Don't you get it? You heard Dad. 'Just tell me where and when, Fluff, and I'll show up!' He's under her spell! He'll do whatever she wants!"
"Like the zombietrons on Galaxy Murk," gulped Claire. (Galaxy Murk was the only television show that Justin and the twins agreed on. It came on Thursday nights at eight.)
"Except that this is real life." Now Luna began to say out loud every single thing that she had been worrying over all night. "The way I see it is, after Dad and Fluff get married, she'll probably want to have a baby. And when it's born, she'll give him some Texas name, like Houston. Then, when he's big enough, Fluffy'll want Houston to rope dogies and wear spurs and a cowboy hat like all the other Texan boys and girls. Little by little, she'll convince Dad that the only way Houston'll be truly happy is if he's living in the real Houston, with her family and friends and all. And—poof!—see, Clairsie? Dad is as good as gone."
"Gizzards and grapes, Fluff is as good as stealing our dad," said Claire, forgetting to whisper and sitting upright in her bed. "I might have to boycott her." Claire had just learned the word boycott, and in Luna's opinion she was sort of overusing it. So far tonight, Claire had boycotted a broccoli-on-a-stick and all of Justin's TV-show choices.
"Shhh." Now Luna sat up in bed, too. "Claire, keep your voice down, or Dad will hear."
"This is so unfair!" Claire punched her pillow. "You know, I never did like that sneaky old Fluff. She thinks she's a real princess just because she works at a fashion magazine. But I was looking through her purse tonight, and she has lots of dis-gus-ting habits. For one thing, there's so much hair clogging up her brush you wouldn't believe it, and I also found a bunch of candy wrappers, and a tissue with some smeary lipstick in it, and a gummy yucky Life Saver way down at the bottom of—"
"Claire, you really shouldn't sneak through other people's things," said Luna sternly.
"Loon, what are we going to do? She's gonna run off with our own dad!"
Luna was silent, thinking. Outside, a low wind had kicked up, and the patter of a cold, dark March rain began to plink and then to drum on the roof. It was not until Luna spoke in her grave, almost-one-Star-witch voice that she knew she was making the decision that had been brewing inside her all night.
"Methinks we will have to call on Head Witch Arianna."
And just saying the words out loud gave Luna a little shudder. It went right from the top of her head all the way down to her toes.
Calling on Head Witch Arianna meant that this was serious business.
CHAPTER 2Three Times Uncharmed
Head witch Arianna was also known as Grandy. She was Claire and Luna's grandmother, and she lived way out in the country, in Bramblewine, Pennsylvania. To get to Bramblewine, Claire and Luna had to take the Septa local train from Philadelphia's Thirtieth Street Station, heading west. The train stopped twelve times before Bramblewine. By the thirteenth stop, the twins were always the last two passengers on the train. (In fact, most people did not even know there was a thirteenth stop.)
Claire liked how Bramblewine station was weedy and run-down. Spooky! It would have been kind of cool and kind of scary to be stuck here all alone. Luckily, Grandy was always waiting for them in her long, black Lincoln Continental, a car so old that Claire and Luna's mother remembered riding around in it when she was a girl.
"And that is another strange thing about your grandmother," Jill Bundkin mused. "I've never known anything of hers to break down. Not that rambling old car, not the toaster; why, there's never even been a leak in the roof, and that sure is one crumbly house that I grew up in. Things ought to be running to ruin."
What their mother did not know (and Claire and Luna did) was that Grandy was a five-star witch. So as soon as any of her things started to get old or worn-out, Grandy simply repaired them with spells. Repair spells are the simplest kind, so easy even a baby witch could do them. For example, how hard is it to clap your hands three times and say:
I call upon the Kitchen Fixer. Recharge yourself, electric mixer!
But their mother did not have any idea about repair spells, because she herself was not a witch. (Most everyone knows that witchcraft, if it runs in a family at all—which is rare—most often skips a generation. It is a very recessive gene.)
For as long as they could remember, on the first weekend of every month, the twins had visited Grandy out in Bramblewine. Grandy herself rarely came into the city, not for any witch-based reason, but because she hated pigeons. "Their awful red eyes and feet! Their garbage-eating ways! Give me the grace and beauty of a hummingbird any day!" Grandy always said.
Justin used to come along, too, but last year he had joined the debate team, and now he was busy with weekend debate competitions. Well, that was his official excuse, the one that the twins were instructed to give to Grandy, but really there wasn't much for Justin to do out in
"Bramblewine is bo-ring," Justin said, "and I can't play hacky sack for a whole entire weekend."
But if you're a witch, Bramblewine is one of the most exciting places in the world. It is like traveling to the Great Barrier Reef if you are a scuba diver, or to Colorado if all you love to do is ski and hike. Not only does it have ideal stargazing skies, but it is also a habitat for more witch-friendly species of mushrooms and flowering plants than anywhere else except, reportedly, a remote island off the coast of New Zealand.
"Off to Bramblewine," said Claire happily as the twins sat together on the train the weekend after what they both referred to as Bad News Night. "Grandy will know what to do about old Fluff." She squeezed her sister's hand reassuringly. Luna could be a worry wart.
"I just hope it's okay to go during a middle weekend," worried Luna. "As long as I can remember, we've gone on the first weekend of the month."
"Grandy said it was fine," said Claire. "You're such a worrywart."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not, I was crossing my fingers against what you said."
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Witch Twins,1. Butterflies and Bad News,
2. Three Times Uncharmed,
3. The Pinkie-Spell Anti-Pulverizing Love Powder,
4. Fluffy's Dresses,
5. Luna Alone,
6. Aloha Means Hello and Good-bye,
7. The Princess and the Peep,
8. Edith and Hortense,
Witch Twins at Camp Bliss,
1. Who Needs Zest?,
2. Sailing to Bliss,
3. The Pillowcase Fund,
4. Something's Brewing,
5. Luna Boo-hoo,
6. Calling Camp Bliss Girl,
7. An Extra Kick,
8. Tug-of-Warriors,
9. The End of Bliss,
Witch Twins and Melody Malady,
1. Double Delight,
2. Animal Magic,
3. "Don't Bore Us, Dolores!",
4. Four Point Six Billion,
5. Claire La Dare,
6. Sister Scrap Heap,
7. Salamander Eye Spy,
8. Timbugtu to the Rescue,
9. Wrap and Print,
Witch Twins and the Ghost of Glenn Bly,
1. The Real Exciting News,
2. Daphne Bly, T.S.L.,
3. Bold Night, Shy Knight,
4. Bloatus,
5. The Shrillingbirds,
6. Popped and Foiled,
7. Ancient Room, Secret Book,
8. Midnight Haunting,
9. Strawberry Birthday Surprise,
A Personal History by Adele Griffin,