Maggie Silver has never minded her unusual life. Cracking safes for the world’s premier spy organization and traveling the world with her insanely cool parents definitely beat high school and the accompanying cliques, bad lunches, and frustratingly simple locker combinations. (If it’s three digits, why bother locking it at all?)
But when Maggie and her parents are sent to New York City for her first solo assignment, her world is transformed. Suddenly, she’s attending a private school with hundreds of „mean girl” wannabes, trying to avoid the temptation to hack the school’s elementary security system, and working to befriend the aggravatingly cute son of a potential national security threat… all while trying not to blow her cover.
Nu aveam mari asteptari de la aceasta carte, asa ca nu am fost dezamagita la sfarsit cand toate s-au terminat cu bine intr-un mod cat se poate de cliseic. Este o lectura usor de inteles, chiar daca am citit-o in engleza pentru ca la noi inca nu a aparut.
Sa incepem cu Maggie…Mags e adolescenta tipica – neinteleasa, cu o personalitate puternica, sarcastica. Ea sparge orice lacat, seif, incuietoare, ceea ce parintii ei considera a fi un mare dar. Daca ai citit Academia Vampirilor, Numere sau Casa Noptii, o vei regasi pe eroina si in acest roman.
Jesse Oliver. Desigur Jesse este that-sweet-guy-you-will-always-wait-but-he-doesn’t-exist. Dulce, dragut, care plange si recunoaste ca are slabiciuni, cel care nu o paraseste pe Maggie nici cand ea ii spune ca l-a mintit si ca el era de fapt misiunea ei, doar un instrument pentru a-si atinge scopurile (ca deh! Doar nu o sa lasam protagonista singura tocmai atunci cand are mai mult nevoie de ajutor!).
Roux (Probabil se pronunta ‘ru’?). Tipa ex-populara din liceu (Thanks God ca nu seamana cu Afrodita din Casa Noptii!) care nu mai are prieteni si se pomeneste cu Mags pe cap. Nu ca ei i-ar strica o prietena, totusi. Nebuna, plina de viata, care are o placere morbida sa vorbeasca cu portarul casei ei Harold caruia ii da 5 dolari de cate ori injura. De asemenea, o adevarata prietena. Sincer, chiar as vrea o asa prietena!
Angelo. Prietenul familiei lui Maggie, un foarte bun sfatuitor si (cred, nu sunt sigura…) gay. Desigur, toti tipii astia sunt ori luati ori gay…ori mai batrani. Oricum o dai, n-ai sanse sa gasesti asa ceva.
- Personajele sunt foarte amuzante.
- Actiune, desi previzibila si siropoasa pe alocuri, bine structurata.
- Este un roman ‘light’, relaxant.
- Din nou, personaje asemanatoare cu cele din alte serii citite.
- Finalul a fost fericit, as fi preferat unul deschis.
It’s like if Tim Gunn and James Bond had a baby, and that baby was Yoda. Angelo’s response? “Who’s Yoda?” I sent him the Star Wars DVDs for Christmas
If we wanted to do things the right way, then why are we spies?
My dad and I sometimes joke that the unofficial third rule of being a spy is: “Never mention Austin Powers to Mom.”
I’m the only spy in the world who has someone telling them to go to bed.
Hallelujah, it’s a miracle! I finally get to do something besides watch everyone else have fun!
You could eat these kids for breakfast. You won’t, though, because that would be cannibalistic and wrong.
I’m a spy! I’m an international safecracker and your safety is in my hands, mwah-ha-ha!
“Are you slicing and dicing food or people?” “Food.” He frowned down at me. “Really, Maggie.”
“Don’t you just adore bookstores?” he asked me. “The smell of old paper and new ideas thrills me every time.” (Serios, Angelo chiar nu putea sa nu fie mai in varsta si sa nu fie (din nou, nu sunt sigura) gay? )
Come on, Angelo, it’s a party, not an assassination. I can handle this.
“Does Roux always drink like this?” I asked Jesse. “Or is it just a holiday thing?” “It’s a party thing. Ever since we were twelve.” “Twelve? Does she still have a liver?”
I wasn’t going to cry; I was going to murder you.
Jesse Oliver’s not gonna know what hit him. And if he messes with you, then he’s really not gonna know what hit him. I’ll make sure of it.
Relax, okay? It’s just ice skating. It’s not brain surgery. I would never take a girl to do brain surgery on a first date.
“One question, though. Are you afraid of the dark?” “You realize that that’s something a serial killer would say on a first date, right?”
Hey, remember that time when I gave you a really emotional and heartwarming speech about friendship, and then you told me you were a spy and brought a dozen false passports into my house and then broke into my parents’ safe?
O recomand ca pe o carte de relaxare si amuzament. Dar sa nu aveti mari asteptari gen: „Whoa, spioni, trebuie sa fie o carte de nota 11!”.