{"product_id":"click-here-to-start-a-novel-isbn-9781101931905","title":"Click Here to Start (A Novel)","description":"\u003cb\u003eYoung fans of Ernie Cline's \u003ci\u003eReady Player One \u003c\/i\u003ewill love this classic video game inspired mystery filled with elements of \u003ci\u003eEscape from Mr. Lemoncello's Library \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eFrom the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat if playing video games was prepping you to solve an incredible real-world puzzle and locate a priceless treasure?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Twelve-year-old Ted Gerson has spent most of his summer playing video games. So when his great-uncle dies and bequeaths him the all so-called treasure in his overstuffed junk shop of an apartment, Ted explores it like it’s another level to beat. And to his shock, he finds that eccentric Great-Uncle Ted actually has\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eset the place up like a real-life escape-the-room game!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Using his specially honed skills, Ted sets off to win the greatest game he’s ever played, with help from his friends Caleb and Isabel. Together they discover that Uncle Ted’s “treasure” might be exactly that—real gold and jewels found by a Japanese American unit that served in World War II. With each puzzle Ted and his friends solve, they get closer to unraveling the mystery—but someone dangerous is hot on their heels, and he’s not about to let them get away with the fortune.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eClick Here to Start\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eAs addictive as your favorite video game. I couldn't put it down.\u003c\/b\u003e\"-Adam Gidwitz, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Tale Dark and Grimm\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eHumor, believable characters, and adventure...keeps readers in suspense to the end.\u003c\/b\u003e A winner for mystery enthusiasts.\"-\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eIn this clever debut, Markell takes readers on a clue-filled adventure\u003c\/b\u003e...[and] maintains \u003cb\u003ean energetic, entertaining balance of character-driven narrative and tricky challenges.\u003c\/b\u003e\"-\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eMarkell's highly entertaining debut novel...is a well-paced read \u003c\/b\u003ewith fully realized and likable characters,...[and] should have strong appeal to gamers, fans of video game-based stories, and reluctant readers.\u003cb\u003e\"-\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"This book will appeal to a wide audience. Readers who enjoyed Schreiber's \u003ci\u003eGame Over\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003ePete Watson\u003c\/i\u003e will enjoy the video game component; fans of Fitzgerald's \u003ci\u003eUnder the Egg\u003c\/i\u003e will enjoy reading more about the Monuments Men; detective story aficionados will revel in the inclusion of The Maltese Falcon story. \u003cb\u003eThis is a great book to hand to just about any middle grade reader.\u003c\/b\u003e\"-YA Books Central \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA School Library Guild selection \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eAn Amazon Best Books of the Month Selection\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eAs addictive as your favorite video game. I couldn't put it down.\u003c\/b\u003e\"-Adam Gidwitz, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Tale Dark and Grimm\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eHumor, believable characters, and adventure...keeps readers in suspense to the end.\u003c\/b\u003e A winner for mystery enthusiasts.\"-\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eIn this clever debut, Markell takes readers on a clue-filled adventure\u003c\/b\u003e...[and] maintains \u003cb\u003ean energetic, entertaining balance of character-driven narrative and tricky challenges.\u003c\/b\u003e\"-\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"\u003cb\u003eMarkell's highly entertaining debut novel...is a well-paced read\u003c\/b\u003e with  fully realized and likable characters,...[and] should have strong  appeal to gamers, fans of video game-based stories, and reluctant  readers.\"-\u003ci\u003eSLJ\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\"This book will appeal to a wide audience. Readers who enjoyed Schreiber's \u003ci\u003eGame Over\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003ePete Watson\u003c\/i\u003e will enjoy the video game component; fans of Fitzgerald's \u003ci\u003eUnder the Egg\u003c\/i\u003e will enjoy reading more about the Monuments Men; detective story  aficionados will revel in the inclusion of The Maltese Falcon story. \u003cb\u003eThis is a great book to hand to just about any middle grade reader.\u003c\/b\u003e\"-YA Books Central \u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA School Library Guild selection \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eAn Amazon Best Books of the Month Selection\u003c\/b\u003eThis is Denis Markell’s first novel, and he took writing it very seriously, playing hours and hours worth of escape-the-room games for research (or so he told his family). He also cowrote an award-winning Off-Broadway musical revue and wrote a few musical comedies for the stage; various and sundry sitcoms; a play with Joan Rivers; an episode of Thundercats; two picture books illustrated by his wife, Melissa Iwai—The Great Stroller Adventure and Hush, Little Monster—and Poser,\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003ea memoir of his years as a male model. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e (One of these things is not true.)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He lives in a small apartment in Brooklyn with Melissa; their son, Jamie; and a Shetland pony name Ronaldo. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e (One of these things is not true.)\u003cp\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWho Knew a Man with Tubes in His Nose Could Be Funny?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt looks like something from a science-fiction movie, with so many machines and tubes going into and out of bags hung on poles.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFor a moment, it doesn’t register that all those tubes and hoses are connected to a person.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI have no memory of what he looked like when I was little, and the only photo of Great-Uncle Ted in our house is from ages and ages ago. It shows a burly man with a crew cut, sitting in a living room in the 1960s. He’s got a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. I wonder if he hadn’t smoked so many cigarettes maybe he wouldn’t be here now. He’s looking at the camera with a confident grin that says this is not a man to mess with. The only other place I’ve ever seen Asian men with kick-butt expressions like that is in samurai or martial-arts movies.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNot that I watch them all that much.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI mean, it’s bad enough other people make assumptions about us Asian kids. No need for me to help out.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut I gotta say, that photo can’t be further from the old man lying in this bed. The grossest thing is the tube going right up into his nose. It looks horrible, and is attached to a machine that does who knows what.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI go and stand awkwardly by the window, unsure of what to do. I wish Mom had come in with me, but she said Great-Uncle Ted wants to see me alone. Dying man’s last wish and all, I guess. I clear my throat and sort of whisper, “Um, hi?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Arwhk.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe two veiny sacs of his eyelids slowly open, and when he sees me, he gestures, beckoning me over with one hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI gingerly approach the chair next to his bed, careful not to disturb any of the wires and tubes snaking around him. It’s hard--I have visions of knocking into some hose or other just as I’m supposed to be having a nice visit.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Gghhh . . .” Great-Uncle Ted catches my eye and reaches out.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWithout thinking, I flinch. I have a flashback to a movie I saw where a guy laid out like this had a monster burst out of his chest and jump on someone’s face. I’m not saying I expect that to happen here, but hey, it does go through my mind.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted’s eyes change. He points impatiently to something on the table.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA pad and paper. There is spidery writing on it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You want me to . . . give you the pad?” I ask.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNow there’s a flash of fire in Great-Uncle Ted’s eyes. I know when someone’s ticked off. The message is clearly Yes, you idiot. Give me the pad.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI hand the pad to my great-uncle, who winces in pain as he presses a button on the side of his bed that raises him to a seated position.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSlowly, he writes something and then hands me the pad.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHurts too much to talk. You Amanda’s boy, Ted?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI start to write an answer on the pad.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe next thing I know, Great-Uncle Ted yanks the pad out of my hands. The old dude is surprisingly strong!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBEEP BEEP BEEP\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat. Now the heart-rate machine is going a lot faster. That can’t be good.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe scribbles something and hands the pad back to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI’m not deaf, you little dope. Talk to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI laugh in spite of myself. Of course. Duh.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yes, uh, sir . . . I’m Ted.” I feel a little weird introducing myself, since he knows who I am, but since I don’t remember him, it feels like the right thing to do. And I’m pretty sure he seems like a “sir.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe old man writes some more. He’s writing with more energy now.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou got big. Do you still like playing games?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What games do you mean, sir?” I ask.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eKissing games.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat th--?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Uh, no, sir,” I begin. “I don’t enjoy kissing games. That is, I’ve never played them. Maybe I would enjoy them if I did. I mean, you never know about something until you try it, right?” I’m babbling now. Trying to look casual, I lean against something, then realize it’s a pole holding some fluid going into my great-uncle (or maybe coming out of him--hard to tell). Gross. I attempt to cross my legs, but I dare anyone to try to do it while wearing these ICU snot-green-colored clown pants they made me wear over my jeans to come in here. It’s not so simple. So my leg sort of hovers half hoisted.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMeanwhile, Great-Uncle Ted is scribbling away.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI know you like computer games, you little twerp. I just wanted to see your face.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI laugh, and I see a hint of a smile under all the machinery.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou like the ones where you shoot people?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I’m not allowed to play those,” I say, which is the truth.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI didn’t ask if you were allowed to. I asked if you liked them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI smile and nod. This guy is pretty sharp. “Um . . . yeah, I play them sometimes.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted looks at me with an expression I can’t make out.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA lot of fun, huh?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I guess.” I shrug.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI hope that’s the only way you ever have to shoot and kill a man. The other way is a lot less fun.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You’ve killed a man?” I try to ask casually, but it kind of comes out in a squeak. Not my most macho moment, but give me a break, I wasn’t ready for this.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eQuite a few, yes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat did Uncle Ted do before he retired? I wonder what sort of professions call for killing men. Or more precisely, “quite a few” men. Was he a soldier? A hit man?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLet’s talk about something else. Why do you like these games so much?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI’m happy to move on. “I don’t think the shooting games are all that--and that’s the truth. It’s more something to do with my friends when we hang out. What I really like is what are called escape-the-room games.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTell me about them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSure, why not? “They’re kind of puzzles, where you’re stuck in a room and have to figure a way out.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted’s eyes survey the space around him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThere’s only one way to escape this room.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Well, I don’t agree,” I say eagerly, standing up to look around. “There are all sorts of exits, if you look carefully. Not just the door. There’s that window. You could tie your sheets together and climb down there, or maybe there’s an air-conditioning duct--”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTAP TAP TAP.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy brilliant analysis is interrupted by the sound of my great-uncle’s pencil tapping loudly on the pad to get my attention.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI was actually referring to dying, Ted. Try to keep up.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI sit down, deflated. “I guess I didn’t think of that,” I say honestly, “because you seem so alive.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted does his best to roll his eyes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDon’t bother sucking up to a dying man, Ted. You any good at these room games?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Never seen a game I couldn’t solve or beat. I’m always the top scorer--that means I’ve solved them quicker than anyone else. I guess that makes me the best,” I say, before realizing how obnoxious it sounds. “That sounds like bragging. Sorry.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou ever heard of Dizzy Dean?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOkay, that’s a little random. But old people do that sometimes. The name does sound kind of familiar, but I can’t place it. I shake my head.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOne of the best pitchers in the history of baseball.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen you go home, look up what he said about bragging.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted settles back onto his pillow. He’s clearly tired.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI stare out the window, watching the headlights of the traffic below making patterns on the ceiling. “Yeah. That’s about the one thing I am good at,” I say softly, almost to myself. I hear scratching, and he’s up and writing more.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDon’t ever sell yourself short, Ted. Your mother says you’re very smart.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI nod my head and laugh. “Yeah, I know, I just don’t ‘apply myself.’ She’s always saying that. Lila’s the smart one.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLila is my big sister, the bane of my existence. Lila the straight-A student, Lila the president of the student body. Lila, who got the highest Board scores in La Purisma High’s history. Lila, who gave the most beautifully written senior address at her graduation, currently crushing it in her freshman year at Harvard. I mean, seriously. Why even try to compete with that?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYour mother told me you’re smarter than your sister. You just don’t know it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOh, snap! I hope there’s a burn unit at Harvard, because Lila just got smoked. Big-time!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI’m starting to like Great-Uncle Ted. But I feel bad. We’ve been talking about me the whole time I’ve been here. Well, except for the part about him killing a lot of people. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to hear more about that.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“So I guess you knew my mom when she was a little kid,” I begin. “What was she like?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAmanda was a pain in the a\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe stops and his eye drifts up to my face and back down to his pad.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAmanda was a pain in the a behind, if you’ll excuse my French.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI can’t believe I thought this was going to be boring. This is great! “Seriously? How so?” It takes all the self-control I can muster to get this out without cracking up.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe writes for a long time, then hands the pad to me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen she was nine, she had this thing where no matter what you would ask her she’d say, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLike you’d ask her, “What flavor ice cream do you want?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“What movie do you want to see?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s for me to know and you to find out!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Do I have lung cancer?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s for me to know and you to find out!”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI choke at that last one.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted waves his hand wearily.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI made that last one up. But she did say it all the time. She thought it was cute. It stopped being cute after the first day. Then it was annoying as heck.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted pauses.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBut she was always smart. And I’m very proud of her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted was the one who paid for Mom to come to California from Hawaii and go to nursing school. She’s been working here at La Purisma General Hospital for as long as I can remember.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted looks up from the paper, and his wise, half-lidded eyes meet mine. He scrawls on the page and holds up the pad.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePlease tell me about the games you play. How you solve these puzzles.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWait. Is a real, live adult person actually asking me details about the games I play? This is unheard of.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSo I go on and on, explaining how the games work, how at first nothing seems to make sense. But then, as I put my mind to it, a little click goes off in my head and the pieces begin to fit. It’s an awesome feeling when it all comes together and you get it right.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted seems genuinely interested, especially when I tell him about a particularly tricky puzzle, where if you look carefully at what appears to be a bunch of random drinking glasses on a tray, you realize they actually resemble the hands of a clock set to a particular time. Which is one of the main clues to solving that game.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“You know, maybe if they let me, I can come back tomorrow with my laptop and show you some,” I’m saying, when I see that his head has fallen back onto the bed and his eyes are closed. “Great-Uncle Ted! Are you all right?” I gasp. “Should I get Mom?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe wearily reaches for the pad and writes carefully.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI’m just tired. But I’m happy to see you again, Ted.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I--I’m so glad I could talk to you too, sir,” I say, feeling my breathing slow down again.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI feel so much better about everything now. You are ready.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHuh? What does that mean?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“That’s good, sir.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe old man looks up at me. The energy is clearly draining out of him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou must promise me one thing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“I know, sir. I promise I’ll work harder in school, and I’ll never tell Mom you thought she was a pain in the behind--”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI think he’ll laugh at this, but instead, he gathers his strength and writes furiously across the pad.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eNo! Listen to me! You must promise me\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe’s writing slower now, forcing the words out of the pen.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Yes, sir?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eGreat-Uncle Ted falls back and throws the pad at me.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE BOX IS ONLY THE BEGINNING. KEEP LOOKING FOR THE ANSWERS. ALWAYS GO FOR BROKE! PROMISE ME!\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith great effort, he tugs on my sleeve. I lean toward him. He pulls me down until my ear is close to his face. I can just make out the word he is saying.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Promise!” the old man croaks. He releases my sleeve. He looks peaceful now, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs my great-uncle falls asleep, I hear my own voice, sounding far away, whispering, “I promise.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 2\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt’s All in the Game\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Well, for someone who didn’t want to see his great-uncle again, you certainly spent enough time in there,” my mom says as we’re driving home from the hospital.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhen I backed quietly out of his room, my mom was having a whispered conversation with the two ICU nurses on duty. She looked worried.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI start to answer her, when a car cuts her off.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Darn it,” she mutters. Living with my mom is like being trapped inside a PG-13 movie when it’s shown on TV and they dub in ridiculous words over the cursing. I once saw her close the trunk of the car on her finger, and she screamed, “Gracious!” I was pretty sure this was the first time since like 1913 a grown-up had ever used the word “gracious” when anyone else would have screamed a curse word. When I asked if it hurt, she said, “It hurts like heck.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eLuckily, we don’t live that far from the hospital, so the trip is short.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMy dad is waiting at the door with a look of concern on his face. “So how’s the old guy doing?” he asks as my mother walks into the house.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“They said he’s resting comfortably, if you really want to know,” Mom says.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eI should probably explain here that this is something of a sore subject with my parents. Great-Uncle Ted has pretty much kept to himself all these years, never once coming to the house or seeing my dad or me or my sister. But Mom has always visited him, bringing him meals, keeping him company. Sometimes, when I was really little, she used to bring me with her. Even though he wouldn’t even come to my parents’ wedding, Mom still wanted to name me after him. Considering how little Great-Uncle Ted seemed to like him, my dad wasn’t too thrilled, but still, I’m named Ted, so I guess my mom won out.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46302805262565,"sku":"NP9781101931905","price":9.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781101931905.jpg?v=1767723826","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/click-here-to-start-a-novel-isbn-9781101931905","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}