Music Boxes by Tonja Drecker Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Music
Boxes
by
Tonja Drecker
Genre:
Middle Grade Fantasy
“I
only desire your talent...”
Twelve-year-old
Lindsey McKay's biggest dream is to be a famous ballerina. But after
moving to New York, she ends up at the Community Center with a
teacher who’s a burly bear in tights.
When
she meets Madame Destinée, the teacher of a top dance school who
offers her classes for free, Lindsey can't believe her luck. In
exchange, she must perform in the school’s exclusive midnight
shows, ones sure to make her a star. But something’s not
right...
One
by one, the other dancers disappear. Each time they do, a music box
with a figurine just like the missing ballerina joins Madame
Destinée’s growing collection. If Lindsey doesn’t discover the
truth about the dance school, she might end up a tiny figurine
herself.
**Music
Boxes was
recommended by The Barnes & Noble Kids Blog as one of the 5
Spooky New Middle Grade Books for Campfire Chills!!**
**Now
available in audiobook!!**
“Excuse me, darling. I’m afraid my
dog isn’t as friendly as he appears.” A tall, slender woman
stepped up from behind, unhooked the dog’s leash, and lifted him
into her arms. “Oh, sorry.” Lindsey said without
looking up. A boy in a purple cape darted past in a
row of amazing turns. Behind him, two girls in pink reveled en
pointe, and then stretched their legs out behind them into a pair
of perfect arabesques. “They are spellbinding, aren’t
they?” the woman asked. Lindsey nodded, not wanting to look
away. Not for a second. “I’m Madame Destinée. I own this
dance school.” When a slender hand appeared next to
Lindsey’s face, she turned and stumbled to her feet. The second she
saw the woman, the statement about owning the dance school hit full
force. The dark blue leotard perfectly matched her skirt and tights.
Her black hair parted down the middle of her scalp and was pulled so
tight into a bun on the back of her head that it must have hurt. She gazed down, batting long eyelashes
over a pair of bright red lips. “Do you dance, darling?” Lindsey started to nod but stuck out
her hand to return the shake. The woman’s fingers were boney and
icy-cold, but that was no wonder considering it was freezing outside.
“I’ve been taking ballet lessons since I was six.” “Oh my. You must be good. Perhaps
you’d like to take lessons here. I bet you’d fit right in.” She
waved her arm toward the window and the dancers inside. Lindsey peered back. The studio was
amazing, so much better than the one she’d attended in Nebraska.
And the dancers were fantastic! Each movement flowed as if they’d
been practicing for years. A girl in red spun by the window. Her
skirt swung out like a budding rose. So beautiful! Even if Lindsey
was allowed to take classes here—and she already could hear Mom’s
flat “no”—the dance school owner was wrong. She’d never fit
in. She was talented. Sure. But these dancers were genius. It’d
take years before she caught up to them. “Your school looks great, but I’m
already signed up for classes somewhere else.” It was a good
excuse. Too bad it was also true. “Might I inquire where?” Lindsey dug her fingernails into the
inside of her gloves. “The Community Center,” she mumbled. “Ah, Mr. Lagunov! He’s a fine
teacher.” Lindsey blinked. Wow. The woman knew
him. But he had been famous once, so it probably wasn’t super
surprising. “My mom said he danced for the Russian ballet.” “That’s true. He was extremely
talented. How lovely that he’s giving classes to the community now.
A shame, too.” “Why?” “His lessons are ... umm ... let’s say
lacking. The Community Center simply doesn’t have the funding
needed to nurture true talent. My school is the finest in the city.
I’d say the best in the world, but that would be a bit
presumptuous, and we don’t want to appear arrogant, do we, darling?
You should know that I only accept the best.” On the other side of the window, the
girl in red leaped through the air like a shooting comet. So high … she
practically flew! Lindsey’s heart sank. She definitely couldn’t
dance as well as that girl. Even if she wanted to go to this school,
once Madame Destinée saw her dance, she wouldn’t accept her
anyway. “You mustn’t worry about the cost.
I’m not interested in money. I only desire your talent.” “You think I’m talented enough to
come here?” Lindsey had to have misunderstood. Madame Destinée
hadn’t seen her dance a single step. “Yes, darling, I know you are. Your
posture speaks for itself. Why don’t you come in for a quick trial
lesson?”
After
finishing her BA in International Studies at the University of
Denver, Tonja Drecker spent many years in Europe devouring chocolate,
cheese and wine while investigating the birth places of myths,
legends and mysterious tales.
Currently
residing somewhere in the back woods of the Ozarks, she writes away
while tending to chickens, cows and her family of six. Her stories
have been published in several collections and magazines including In
the Shadow of the Eagle's Eye in REAL GIRLS DON'T RUST (Spencer Hill
Press, 2013), A GLOWWORM (Black and White Publishing Company, 2017)
and Meringue, Murder and Marzipan in FULL DARK (Obsidian Books, 2017)
. She's an avid book reader, professional children's book reviewer,
outdoor addict and always in search of a new adventure (based in
reality, the imagination, or otherwise).
Ebooks, Print and Audio
Like me, most of you probably read
quite a few ebooks. And like me, most of you probably have your fair
share of printed books laying around the house, on shelves, next to
the bed or stacking up in some corner somewhere. I am a paper lover,
but if I’m honest, I read more ebooks than print copies. That’s
due to my lack of patience more than anything else. An ebook can be
bought and placed on my e-reader almost instantly. The nearest
bookstore is over an hour drive from my house. Unless you count
Walmart (which is half an hour away), but I’m not counting them.
That seems…hmmm…well, I just won’t. Then, there’s the third
possibility—audio books. I haven’t gotten into these too much
yet, although I’m working on it.
I’m a person who doesn’t like
sitting around. I always need to do something ‘productive’ (even
if this productivity only fits my very flexible definition). Running
a small farm, there are many things to do which involve lots of
hands-on work but not quite as much brain power. In other words, I
can listen to amazing tales while fixing fences, stacking firewood,
cleaning the barn, and driving the tractor. And I’m determined to
make it work, too. I just need the right headphones (heavens,
tractors are loud!) and devices (something small and without cords
because those seriously get in the way.) I’m still searching and
am building my Christmas list.
While people
argue that some formats are better than others, I’ve decided it’s
more of a question of practicality. Print copies are comforting to
hold, give a break from digital screens and satisfy with their
flipping pages. Ebooks are simple, so light (can you imagine
traveling with over 100 books in your carry-on?) and cheaper. Audio
books bring a new sense, hearing, into play and free up the hands
while resting the eyes. But one thing I’ve noticed—no matter what
format I use, a good story always sweeps me away.
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